Sail

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When stormy hands of grief

try to get hold of me

to strangle me to death

I step out

set out

to the edge of water,

where indigo stream gives a hug;

green earth caresses my bare feet;

tree roofs overhead rain silence

that river into my heart

dousing ember words.

My breath like so many little boats

with white sails drift leisurely

towards the unknown shore.

 

Posted for dVerse Poetics: Poems that could save your life, hosted by Kim: the challenge is to write a poem to save someone’s life on themes given in a list, my theme was ‘bereavement’