After you died

there commenced a grief
of indeterminate nature
wily and severe

ambushing from hidden
corners retreating
and regrouping
I thought

I knew all the secret
places from which
the heart blossoms

or breaks
this sorrow
has about it the

completeness of
joy its heedless
spontaneity and how

does one bear
such rigorous purity
the necessary
incoherence from

which the silenced
tongue may slowly
learn to speakĀ love
in the past tense?



  1. Nothing more to say, Rafiki, than to hear your beautiful poem, and the thoughtful reflections of the readers above. After you died (past tense)


    1. Thank you, as always, for reading and commenting, my friend.


  2. Slowly speak love in the past tense…yeah

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you for reading and commenting. That difficult learning speaks volumes, doesn’t it?


  3. Grief ambushing from hidden corners … you’ve captured the illusive, Cate.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thanks, Jazz.


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