Murmuring of Ancestors

 

Murmuring of Ancestors

Never skin-deep, the sense of loss,
like salt in a wound, the edge
of a crevice in the heart that holds
a loved one like a well of grief.

And though it wants their return,
the heart’s bruises will fade
as it takes solace, knowing
their weight has been lifted

by the murmuring of ancestors
who greet them in the Elysian Fields,
a welcome sight even in the depths
of your own loss.

This is my response to Wordle #252 at The Sunday Whirl.

grief – field – skin – depths – edge – salt – murmuring
bruises – ancestors – lifted – crevice – wants

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12 thoughts on “Murmuring of Ancestors

  1. Poignant, Ken. And true.
    It was great to hear you read this today.

    I had a personal “murmuring of ancestors” today:
    My sister sent me a letter that my mom had sent to a relative–and it was so wonderful to see her words and see her writing from a time before she started to decline.

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  2. “And though it wants their return, the heart’s bruises will fade as it takes solace, knowing
    their weight has been lifted,”.. sigh.. yes.. this is such a moving poem, Ken! I felt every word!

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  3. This was a strong piece Ken. It’s stirred feelings of ancient times, not just because of the word ancient, but the way you constructed the peace. Very well done, and it was a pleasure hearing you read it to my friend.

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