Grief Poem Tug of War

Grief Poem

Tug of War


women of winter widow woe whisper
hold on, hold on

our clothes are silver, our hearts are black
hold on, hold on

the girls of spring come out to play
sweated cheeks dewdrop kissed
skirts aswirl in welcoming breeze
let go, let go

the boys of spring hold them tight
strong hands encircle tiny waists
moving down to swinging hips
let go, let go

a dance of flowers pushing through
rich brown earth split in two
rumpled bed sheet, flattened grass
quickened breath of life or death

women of winter widow woe exclaim
hold on, hold on

performance artists all

please

let go