Tag Archives: Grieving

REARRIVALS

Posted on April 13, 2017 by elainedanforth

Hands. . . hearts. . . story strands. . . sweetest trips to foreign lands, and even sweeter rearrivals, upon return to that home place that was my start. Clever tricks with rubber bands bare toes run through gritty sands, … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetic Musing (Longer Poems), Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged Anger, Beginnings, Cold, Fear, Feelings, Grieving, Hands, Hearts, Home, Longevity, Love, Mending, Sand castle, Settle, Skill, Smarts, Story, Trips | Leave a comment

NO TIME FOR TEARS

Posted on February 16, 2017 by elainedanforth

No time for tears. . . Comes in the news my latest late and latter elder from this world has disappeared. I say, “No time,” but were it really such a crime, if I would do a little crying? And … Continue reading →

Posted in Medium Length Poems | Tagged Blood, Crying, Disappear, Elders, Grieving, No time, Remembrance, Tears, Time, Weakness, World | Leave a comment

A DROP IN THE BUCKET BEGINS

Posted on October 8, 2016 by elainedanforth

Drop in the bucket. . . Tear +++++tear ++++++++++tear +++++++++++++++drop. The twinkle inside +++++that wants me to crumble, ++++++++++dissemble, +++++++++++++++burst, ++++++++++++++++++++die– +++++++++++++++++++++++++down to flop. It seems now +++++a very rough +++++wrinkle I ride– the firm-under-me ground comes crashing all down, … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetic Musing (Longer Poems), Poetry | Tagged A drop in the bucket, Confidant, Crying, Flow, Grieving, Letting Go, Loss, Sadness, Shoulder to cry on, Tears | Leave a comment

STEPPING INTO A SEA CHANGE

Posted on June 15, 2016 by elainedanforth

Stepping onto stones to ford a stream you would not dream of crossing, stoneless, all alone. . . Bravely, then, you do proceed, although they are not firmly cobbled, and some slip, are mossy; others wobble, which makes you want … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetic Musing (Longer Poems), Poetry | Tagged Angery, Change, Fear, Feeling, Grieving, River, Sadness, Sea, Stepping stones | Leave a comment

SIX MINUTE POEM

Posted on May 31, 2014 by elainedanforth

I’ll give myself minutes– six– to write some lines and try thereby to fix something that cannot be fixed. A loss so large I’m at a loss where to begin to grieve. . . tears come but mostly go. . … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetic Musing (Longer Poems), Poetry | Tagged "To thine own self be true", Acceptance, Appreciation, At a loss, Cry, Day, Death, Dying, Feeling, Fix, Grieving, Hamlet, Head above water, Holding hands, If only, Life, Loss, Love, Mind Body, Minutes, Mirror, Out of the woods, Poetry, Reaching out, Regret, Shakespeare, Tears, Thought, Time, Time Limit | Leave a comment

Tag Archives: Grieving

REARRIVALS

NO TIME FOR TEARS

A DROP IN THE BUCKET BEGINS

STEPPING INTO A SEA CHANGE

SIX MINUTE POEM

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