Echoes Of A Heart

I am participating in the National Poetry Writing Month on Substack. You can find the poems for April 8 to 14 if you click on the link below.

Day 10

Prompt: Write a meditation on grief. Three short stanzas, the second of which is entirely made up of a rhetorical dialogue.

Darkness rides on taut fishing lines

Heartbeats heavy, mired in grief

Painful, sorrowful, lacking understanding

Anger grows with no relief

Why are there echos unbidden in my ears?

Why are there echoes as I wander through forests dark?

Why are there echoes breaking wave upon wave?

Wishing they never had to start

Dreams alone are not suffice

Blackened conversations muted, desultory

My heart yearns for a different outcome

Not wishing to live in this allegory

She headed out Saturday morning,

On a mission she could not fail.

She used to host the family dinner

Now was reduced to one small detail.

She climbed down the steps of the town bus,

The driver lifted her walker for her,

She was slow but very determined...

It was at the back of the store she was sure.

It seemed a great distance to travel

but she shuffled her walker along,

And there was the freezer section

Where the frozen vegetables belonged.

She picked up the one stamped "Great Value"

It seemed an inflated cost

She wondered what size she needed

And into the basket she tossed.

She shuffled to a line with a teller

She hated the new "self check-out"

Laying her mixed vegetables on the counter,

She had done her part no doubt.

She used to host Easter dinner,

No longer was she able to do

But she was still living and giving

Now her family had to help her too.

Roseneath Writers Circle