[I have been in space and time where and when my dazed thoughts were made of vacuum. Words dared not enter there. There was existence, consciousness and vacuum. No prose, no poetry. May be prose was first to make appearance and much later in a stable form was poetry.]
Do I mourn
in prose
or in poem?
it’s salty wordlessness-
while each cell is
the cathedral spire of Notre Dame;
my house of prayer within
is in flame-
do I go to
prose or to poem?
it’s salty wordlessness-
neither a long howl
nor a sigh-
it’s always wordlessness-
salty-
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Writing Prose @ Poets United
sumanar/lekha 
Wow. “Salty Wordlessness” is perfect. I write around my grief, in circles, describing its container, but not it.
To be wordless is a wasteland indeed! What would we do without words to express our grief? Weep, of course, but there’s more, isn’t there? That’s where words come in—or should.
Some grief is too deep for words. Yet the words you found are perfect.
Ah yes so very sad, that kind of disaster leaves one wordless
have a nice Wednesday Sumana
much love…
I love the format of this piece, Sumana, with the prose in square brackets, and the space-time metaphor. The first question of the poem is perfect for the prompt – I definitely mourn in poetry – and I love the tear-full lines:
‘it’s salty wordlessness-
neither a long howl
nor a sigh-
it’s always wordlessness-
salty-‘
Beautiful Sumana… Do I mourn
in prose
or in poem? … what a killer line!
You found the perfect words,Sumana. This conveys much.
Oh, those flames continue to overpower the words that venture forth…So beautifully composed, Sumana. Incredible..