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- Friday's Fish
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The roses have been sung about.
I want to sing of the thorns...
-Olav H. Hauge "Briar"
The cupboards are full
of your ashes,
your letters,
your stories, your books.
I take them down
to salt my fish for Friday.
My heart
is steeped in vinegar
and my lungs burn in grief.
Still, you remain gone,
yet the cupboard is replenished
with your flavor
every hushed moment.
- COMMENTS
SweetOblivionover 14 years agoPoignant and precise - I love the conciseness and the way you convey the sense of loss in such pedestrian things. M
Bill Dadaalmost 15 years agoThis is a very well done poem, but I agree with wildsweetone, the poem would be even better if you lose the 'still' and 'yet', like the following:
'you remain gone,
the cupboard is replenished
with your flavor
every hushed moment.'
Of course I could be full of crap.
wildsweetonealmost 15 years agoin this one, the last stanza has 'Still' and the second line 'yet'. i feel as if using both words is almost too much.
Anonymousalmost 15 years agoYour poem was mentioned in the New Poetry Recommendations in the Poetry Feedback & Discussion forum. Well done!
vrosej10almost 15 years agoAn excellent poem about grief and the way it lingers. I have so been there. From a technical point of view, very well written. Brevity is the heart of wit and you have said just enough to make you point and have not gotten into rambling. I applaud you.
