Day 18 Prompt: Write an elegy of your own, one in which the abstraction of sadness is communicated not through abstract words, but physical detail. This may not be a “fun” prompt, but loss is one of the most universal and human experiences, and some of the world’s most moving art is an effort to understand and deal with it.
The Viscosity of Grief
Coming to
terms with reality…
Yesterday
that which was full of vivacity,
that which pulsated with vibrancy
is now
still, mute- not even there?
Can’t
comprehend…
When we
laughed, and cried together
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Where were
the lungs, kidneys & the liver
I knew
them not..
and now
because these floundered
Resonance
with the mind, the thoughts ,
feelings
and emotions came to a naught
Where do
all those moments go to
It
stings, it burns
It hurts…
Where?
Some
place that cannot be seen,
heard or
touched…
The pain
is just viscous void
Sticky,
murky layers
Soldered to
the soul
What ‘was’
yesterday
Stopped being
‘is’ today
Neither
here nor there.
an
ambiguous plateau for sure!
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