10 December 2017

Empower Grief: a prayer



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First snow muffles
tires’ sound fully,
shuffles to the top
earth’s whale-like yearning.

In contrast, fire—
town-crier like—
admires its own
ire, burns desire.

Let snow smother
fire, assert grief’s
power to rule,
stir empathy,

discover life
under the knife
midwives use to
guide forth new birth.



Prompted by Fussy Little Forms: Than Bauk at Imaginary gardens, posted in Poets United Poetry Pantry #382



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© 2017 Susan L. Chast


15 comments:

Sherry Marr said...

I hear - I actually FEEL) "earth's whale-like yearning." What a beautiful phrase, Susan. I feel the pain of the knife used to guide forth new birth. Must be what we are experiencing right now. We live in hope.

Wendy Bourke said...

A layered piece, that gives pause. Birth is painful ... but there is no life without it. Brilliant writing!

R.K. Garon said...

An interesting thesis to present "hope"
ZQ

indybev said...


Do whales yearn? One might believe so, listening to their conversations!

Thotpurge said...

assert grief's power to rule.. wow.. am going to be stuck with that in my head for a long time.. what happens after yearning smothers the fire .. what is left?

Sara McNulty said...

This is beautiful, Susan.

Truedessa said...

I thought of the fires out west and the snow on the east. So much going on in the world.

Mary said...

Oh that snow would smother fire...and new life would be discovered beneath the flames!

Old Egg said...

We can't avoid natural disasters but being such a foolish race we create too many of our own as well. Just as the troubles in the middle east are slowly coming under control we find someone is stirring the pot again in Jerusalem!

Sumana Roy said...

"earth’s whale-like yearning."...I don't think I'll ever forget the line.
How pleasure and pain are two sides of the same coin!

Julian said...

I like such depth to delve into in your poem. Most enjoyable

Brendan MacOdrum said...

Singing through to this is hard, hard work, friend. Not singing through to this is burning us alive. Thanks.

annell said...

An outstanding poem, among many at Poets United. One of my favs.

colleen Looseleafnotes said...

Perfection. I loved every minute of it.

Magaly Guerrero said...

The last stanza is a chant to action--powerful and full of meaning.