A Parent's Loss

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Dawn comes creeping upward, straddling with all her
tendrils the dark mountain so terribly near my sweet
but now quaking refuge of wood and stone and glass.

I peer through panes that give onto a dark landscape of
horror that, to some, is pristine but, to me, is a reminder
that he was swallowed up by a wood both black and cruel.

He calls out faintly, begging I rescue him from the jail
holding him fast against all escape, yet who am I but
a grieving father who searches for a son forever lost.

Open mind

Hey there CoCo,

You know, my son has the option (if it's not too late) of signing up for Creative Writing in High School next year.

He could just copy and paste what you write and..... EASY "A"!!

Just kidding. Some of what you write at times escapes me, but I always enjoy reading it.

BTW, you have a PM.

om

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Thanks, OM, for your always welcomed replies.

I realize that my metaphors get a bit into the ether. The point here is that today's world is dark and cruel and even the love and protection of a caring parent cannot always save a beloved child. In "A Parent's Loss," the child is alive physically but irretrievable on other bases. The bitter irony here is that Dawn's approach brings no saving light but only more darkness.

Checking my mail ...

CoCo

Quendi

I really loved this poem, CoCo. It is so poignant and full of pathos. It reminded me of one of Emily Dickinson's poems which I will paste here. This is not to say yours is some shallow imitation, far from it. But I am saying that our reaction to loss reveals our humanity, and humanity is something that poets like you and Emily Dickinson illuminate so well.

Quendi

I Died For Beauty

I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I failed?
"For beauty," I replied.
"And I for truth - the two are one;
We brethren are," he said.

And so, as kinsmen met a-night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names .

sooner7nc

This touches me deeply considering all that my family is going through right now with my son. The bittersweet pain of beautiful written words. Thank God for people like you who can write the way you do CoCo.

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Oh my, Quendi! That is incredible.

Thank you so much for putting that here. I love ED and had her poetry printed on my father's memorial program.

Your words mean so much.

CoCo

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Why, thank you so much, sooner!

I'm sorry for what you're going through; it is probably similar to what I dealt with many years ago. May your child recover. Mine did.

Blessings and peace.

CoCo

om

A Parent's Loss

I Died For Beauty

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