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Of Mourning Tides: A Poem on the Nature of Grief

Updated on January 11, 2017
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Mourning tides rush in,

churning the white foam of grief.

Following, it is suctioned back

into the body of the sea

where it diminishes

into tolerable swells.

Lambasted back to shore

as a tsunami,

it crushes me against

jagged rocks-

gouging, gashing, shredding, bleeding.

I am drowning, bereft,

seized with despair.

My world goes dark;

I am ready

for forgetfulness.

A siphon of great force

Inhales me back into

the sea and light.

I am afloat

on a debris-laden ocean,

numb but alive.

I inhale the saline air,

strengthening for the next

surge of sorrow.

Adrift on the gentle current

of normalcy,

on my back,

eyes and toes pointed

toward soaring gulls

that keen and cry,

we anguish in concert.

The ebb and flow of grief

is without cadence,

unpredictable in volume and power;

one day a riptide;

another a whirlpool;

yet another, serene glass,

golden in the sunrise.

Sometimes it resides

in small tide pools

teeming with tender memories,

fusing sorrow and new mercies

to sustain me.

© 2016 Lori Colbo. All rights reserved.

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      Lori Colbo 21 months ago from Pacific Northwest

      Hi Bill, that is indeed a great promise. Sometimes the night is actually a season, but God always keeps His promises.

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      Linda Crampton 21 months ago from British Columbia, Canada

      I love this poem. It's beautifully crafted and is filled with very effective imagery. What a wonderful way to describe the nature of grief.

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      William Kovacic 21 months ago from Pleasant Gap, PA

      Beautifully done, Friend. More importantly, your heart shows through. Just thought of this verse. '. . . weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning." (Psalm 30:5)

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      Lori Colbo 21 months ago from Pacific Northwest

      Swailia, I am glad the imagery spoke to you and thank you for stopping by to read.

      Billy and Dora, I always appreciate your affirmations. God bless.

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      Dora Isaac Weithers 21 months ago from The Caribbean

      Lori, this is excellent poetry. Beautiful, effective phrases throughout and the conclusion is an overcomer's perspective. Well done!

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      Bill Holland 21 months ago from Olympia, WA

      "fusing sorrow and new mercies to sustain me"....that one line is the perfect ending to a beautiful poem...well-written, my friend.

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      Shaloo Walia 21 months ago

      Beautiful use of imagery in describing grief!