Bereavement
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BereavementBereavement
Winter
Announces its arrival
It whistles. It moans
But it means no harm
It hurts unintentionally
Our blood freezes
And the bones of the old crack
We are without protection
Without umbrellas
Without raincoats
And sorrow runs deeper
Than they’ll ever know
But not as deep as yours though
A winter funeral
Tear ducts do their work
Hands lean on shoulders
And grief mingles with
That damned rain
Will it ever stop?
Then laughter is liberated
All smiles unleashed
For we are off to the wake
Where we’ll feast,
Drink and remember and I’m sure
That your laughter will be
The loudest and most raucous of all
[An Antidote to Dirges
Ever been to an Irish Wake?
No, I thought not] -
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Was the tautology intentional; a rhyming contrivance, or something more? It bespeaks naïveté, whether by accident or design I cannot discern. It rings apologetic; penitent, over-emphasising.(Original post by BellaCat)
But not as deep as yours though
Aside from this the poem is competent, but that one line compelled me for the reasons outlined above.
