The Raw Gritty Depths Of Grief Comments

Perfect encapsulation of a deep truth; tragically wounded souls do not fit neatly into outlines or chapter divisions or tidy little demarcated paradigms of grieving process punctuated by numerals followed by full stops. There is no full stop to a broken and wounded heart. Often just a cliff falling that seams endless with cries from the heart that seem to be swallowed by the void. This is hauntingly, honestly, bluntly executed art that arises from where all true art arises. The honesty of a profoundly moved heart. Blessings, my good poet. Your art makes even the pain of great loss something upon which we may look, and wonder. Thank you.

I really like your last two lines. just look into the eyes of every one you meet and feel the gritty depths of theIr grief. The last few years I have learned the the truth of that beautifull, yet simple idea.

Thanks you fellow poets I tied to make comments individually but they did not come up on the replys

I love coming across special poems and this is certainly one Norah

In the raw wounded places! With the wickedness of mankind on earth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

This is very true and very powerful. Honesty is one of my primary laws of poetry. You have it. Thanks for sharing.