Bittersweet Sorrow
This grief that is mine,
that has been mine these many years,
that has plagued me with its persistence,
has lost its bitterness. Bittersweet perhaps,
though never bringing the pleasure
of a cherry that is savored in spite of
its tartness. It still delivers a chill, yet
keeps me warm with the memories
that it stirs. It is those that I savor.
This poem is my response to Poetics: Always in Season, the prompt from Mish at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which offers three options. Mine is in regards to writing “about an emotion or abstract concept,” is to “an emotion or abstract concept. What does it taste like?”
Apologies, for continuing in the vein of yesterday’s response to dVerse. While that one was difficult for me, I was able to write this in a more objective manner.
Image source: Wikimedia Commons
An abstract that resonates deeply …
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Thank you.
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Thank you for sharing, Michael.
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Well written Ken. There is always warmth in the tears that sometimes come when those moments of sadness over my departed son Aaron strike, as they still do all these years later.
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A sure sign that he is always on your mind. Thank you, Rob.
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Nice i can almost taste thd tart that brings a shiver
Much💖love
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Thank you, Gillena.
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Losing a loved one can fill a person with this kind of grief. I loved the ending, we must always cherish those sweet warm memories!
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Yes, they are all that is left to us. Thank you.
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Very nicely done Ken.
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Thank you, Dwight.
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You are welcome!
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I find that writing it helps me, I hope you find that too Ken.
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It does, Paul. Thank you for your thoughts.
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🙂
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So very well described, Ken, and I enjoyed the reading, too.
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Lovely!
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Thank you!
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It makes one feel the pain and sorrow, beautiful and heartfelt poem.
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Thank you.
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I can appreciate the emphasis on “your” grief. it is such a sacred, personal experience. You’ve really captured the contrasts and how our grief changes without truly changing. A hard concept to express.
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Thank you. I don’t know that grief is a singularity — I think it’s awakened with each new loss, even communally — but I agree that “mine” was needed here to signify its weight and importance to me.
Thank you for the prompt, Mish.
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This is so beautifully done, Ken! I felt every word and resonated strongly with it. Kudos! 💝💝
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Thank you!
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So aptly describes the lingering tart bitterness of the loss, and the warm comfort of the memories. As years pass, the bitterness seems to lessen and the comfort to grow.
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Yes. Time may not heal all wounds, but it certainly eases them. Thank you, Beverly.
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Beautifully written Ken.
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Thank you, Linda.
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I resonate with this a lot, interesting coming from a cherry poem on lovemaking to yours about sorrow… but I can really feel how much sorrow is like eating cherries.
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Thank you, Björn.
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Very well put – grief is not something to “get over” – though indeed bittersweet
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Thank you, Jazz. Memories are the salve for a wound we carry for life.
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finely done, Ken ~
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Thank you, Michael.
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Ken, that seems like a really wonderful place to be…
❤
David
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