I often think about the still-born spring, three years ago, when it seemed like nothing would ever grow again—not even in our woods. The woods were lost girl met lost girl, years and years ago. We decided that it was safest to believe in magic to find the way through. We lifted moss-colored words from the banks of our creek to line our path and tucked stories into trees.
I wonder if the trees notice you are gone, when I go to pick up scraps of memories caught in the brambles by the creek. I wonder what the creek thinks when I try to weave those scraps into something recognizable, something that makes sense. Spring green should not be the color of grief, but even now, in the spaces where growth is undeniable, spring always arrives late for me.
while grieving the one flower
that will not grow back
Song choice: Gavi's Song by Lindsey Stirling
Liner notes for this Groove: This poem is linked to Poets and Storyteller United's Friday Writings Prompt, In Memoriam.
Beautifully written..." Spring green should not be the color of grief, but even now, in the spaces where growth is undeniable, spring always arrives late for me. " - some grief is just endless.... So sorry for your loss.
ReplyDeleteGood luck finding her. She hardly ever comes here but most time I can go north, like to New Englanf. Most years she comes there. Or pull your hair and knock on wood, she will return now and then.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the prompt and for hosting this week.
Jim,
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Grief – the measure, and the price of love. It never leaves, but the memories become less anguished and more cherished as our own years pass.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a beautiful, delicate write, leaving me in (gentle) tears.
Oh what a beautiful Haibun So many lines to love like 'We lifted moss-colored words from the banks of our creek to line our path and 'tucked stories into trees.' and I love 'pick up scraps of memories caught in the brambles by the creek' I think with every change there is a gain and a loss
ReplyDeletethe above is from Marja from dutchcorner. (problems with blogger)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words Rommy. Your Haibun brought tears to my eyes as sadness momentarily overwhelmed me. So sorry for you loss.
ReplyDeleteEnchantingly written. Lost girl meets lost girl meets empathy and magic. It's a combination that can't be replaced.
ReplyDeletelovely words and very heart felt. Well done.
ReplyDeleteUnsettling but beautifully written!
ReplyDeleteThis is good writing. Now I know what a Haibun should be. And nicely finished with haiku, which always addresses nature and grief best.
ReplyDeleteOh, my heart, this is beautiful and crushing.
ReplyDeleteFrom grief comes beauty.
ReplyDeletePriscilla King (PK)
Oh, this is so beautifully written. I wonder if the woods grief with you.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful description of grief !....Rall
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done. Pathos.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Thank you for sharing :)
ReplyDeleteI loved your haibun. Sharing with my haiku group.
ReplyDelete"We lifted moss-colored words from the banks of our creek to line our path and tucked stories into trees. "
ReplyDeleteI love that line!
The haiku hits a soft and yet to heal spot... A moving and beautiful poem!
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