|
Grief
by Lacy D PhillipsI shall listen to songs in minor keys
and hide The Prince in the north-facing room
amongst relics that guilt me with their presence.
The excersize bike points an accusing handlebar at my midsection
as I turn away from unfinished knitting and withered houseplants
to a bowl of ice cream and a movie to numb me.
07/19/2005 Author's Note: Ah, the North Room, the depository for all my failures! The Prince here, refers to Harry Potter and The Halfblood Prince.
Posted on 07/20/2005
Copyright © 2024 Lacy D Phillips
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Tim D Livingston on 07/21/05 at 03:11 AM Sometimes ya gotta do it. It's a wonderful coping mechanism, so freeing when embraced! :) |
| Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 07/20/08 at 01:52 PM Congrats on POTD |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/20/08 at 03:33 PM My grieving looks almost exactly the same! Congratulations on POTD. This is wonderful stuff. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/20/08 at 06:02 PM I enjoyed this. Congrats on POTD! |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 07/20/08 at 11:16 PM Lacy, CONGRATULATIONS on POTD. You have certainly described the feeling well. Just seems like everything fades in the distance during this painful emotional journey. |
|
