tiger grief

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Consider the woman in this photograph:  on her knees.
Stilled, she appears locked in a simple wail.
In fact,  what's happening is
 a complicated series of sobs
And moments where her throat contracts,
The lungs empty, the panicky breathless feeling
Of drowning on land
That floods the brain as a tide coming in,
As white noise can drown the corrosive, clanking waltz Of heavy machinery,
There is much going on there.
As a frayed thread of an afghan,
On closer inspection becomes a thicket of tiny strands;
As a million stars appear as a single dot in the sky;
Such is her grief.

I have seen this grief before,
In a tiger
Keeping vigil for many days
At the still body of a cub
Pawing the ground,
Asking itself tiger-questions.
The depths of tiger-grief are not known to us
But surely
They are deep enough.

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ReltneReltnealmost 19 years ago
Powerful!

Let this one rest for at least six months. Then come back to it with a cold eye and ask yourself, "Can it be improved?" Consider in particular the line breaks and line capitalization. Are then extra words, etc.?

Bridget69Bridget69about 19 years ago
Good comparison...

between the human and animal aspects of grief.

dcpoet44dcpoet44about 19 years ago
my throat is contracting a bit.....

cause.....i'm spewing a bit....i've excerpted a few spots that interested me.......

a complicated series of sobs

And moments where her throat contracts,

The lungs empty, the panicky breathless feeling

Of drowning on land

That floods the brain as a tide coming in,

<<<< the lines above set up the grief really nice>>>>

<<<the 2 lines below...nice depth>>>>>

As a frayed thread of an afghan,

On closer inspection becomes a thicket of tiny strands;

<<<<then bam!!!!.....the next stanza...totally consumates me>>>

I have seen this grief before,

In a tiger

Keeping vigil for many days

At the still body of a cub

Pawing the ground,

Asking itself tiger-questions. <<the reader must examine>>

The depths of tiger-grief are not known to us

But surely

They are deep enough.

*********

i wanted to get into this one. sometimes i do that from time to time......nice read.......don

AnonymousAnonymousabout 19 years ago
A moving.....

...poem. Thanks for sharing.

Tess

always_smilingalways_smilingabout 19 years ago
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Very good poem. I would like to suggest taking out some words so it sounds a little smoother, and less of a story. Such as "and", "as" and "the" words. Maybe even take out "In fact" in the third line.

Playing with words below:

Consider the woman in this photograph on her knees.

Stilled, she appears locked in a simple wail.

In fact, what's happening is

a complicated series of sobs,

moments where her throat contracts,

the lungs empty; panicky breathless feeling

of drowning on land

that floods the brain as a tide coming in,

white noise can drown the corrosive, clanking waltz of heavy machinery;

there is much going on there.

As a frayed thread of an afghan

on closer inspection becomes a thicket of tiny strands,

a million stars appear as a single dot in the sky;

such is her grief.

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