yoked
—for both my best friends
i had another poem
for me. for today.
but i won’t.
no, i can’t.
i hear you
in your silence.
i feel you
in your distance.
i’m so full,
i’m empty.
it’s so quiet,
i’m rambling.
my grief is a bird
with nowhere to land
circling.
circling.
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Oh wow! This is so revealing! It touches my heart!
? thank you for talking the emotions through, before i wrote.
I love your metaphor for grief, the circling bird.
Ty, Dennis.
Where I started and ended with this one.
All the time…
hear you in silence and feel you in distance
You have hollowed me out.
?☺️ thank you for saying back, Susan.
Your title works so well in connecting the poem to a vivid image.
Thank you, Jim.
Started with a different title but remembered the paper I wrote about my one friend, back in high school, of this same title. Had to steal it again.
You are the craftsman…
This may be my favorite compliment of the year so far.
Thank you, MT.