One of those yearly grief poems

by nouriguess   Nov 15, 2020


Sunflowers are letting winter
into their color.

The wind found the courage to
yell at the marigolds, stealing the voice
of sea waves.

I watch the year go by again,
a mist of nights,
words bottled in dates and times,
labeled and marked,
safe in a memory that never sleeps.

I hold your photo,
like a mother holding her newly-born
for the first time.

Before this year ends,
a golden ring will hug one of
my cold fingers.

You'll be there.

Before the next one ends,
I might sign a contract,
make a toast, laugh at a joke
until my ribs hurt.

You'll be there.

Before my final one ends,
I might lay on a hospital bed,
look out the window,
at the rays of light breaking
against the windowsill,
and see you there,

see you've always been there.

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  • 4 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    You had me in the first few lines as well, especially the description of the wind yelling. There's something so profound in that. What I also found profound is the passage of time here. How everything is marked with a date and an achievement and a goal, and this person's memory keeps you calm, safe, protected. In a way, you share every milestone with them and stay connected through your emotions. That reminder, that they are always there, in everything you see and do.... the comfort but also pain in grieving them.

    <3

  • 4 years ago

    by Brenda

    Gorgeous! All the way through it just captures you-

  • 4 years ago

    by D.

    You had me at:

    'Sunflowers are letting winter
    into their color.'

    Beautiful, Noura.

    I'm not sure about 'ring hugging a finger', even though I understand the sentiment/contrast. I just think there are better verbs...I love how your poems have such a balance of metaphor, and blunt narrative. Truly wonderful writing, Noura!

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