Again this year, I submitted only one group of poems for publication, one of which was published. Once again, the theme is irreparable loss. How do we deal with loss? Grief strikes so deeply, it feels as though the pain would kill, should one weaken in the face of it.
Outward Voyage
Is he downstairs, again,
fallen asleep in his chair?
Or did we bury him, years ago,
under Terra’s summer sun,
and I’ve forgotten once more
during the long, cold night?
— Elizabeth W. Bennefeld
Star*Line 34.3, p. 24, July–September 2011
One can’t refuse to feel in the hope of diminishing the grief of future loss. And grieving now for what may not come to pass is foolish.
The significant moments will come or not, and they will be lived…or not.
