When stormy hands of grief
try to get hold of me
to strangle me to death
I step 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’