Emily Dickinson wrote "Grief is a Mouse - Grief is a Thief - quick startled - Grief is a Juggler - boldest at the Play - Best Grief is Tongueless - before He'll tell -" I won’t feign to know what all this means but I do know grief isn’t just sadness or loneliness like… Continue reading A Reflection on grief
Tag: poem about time
Copacabana NY (poem)
Underground space always alive. Awake. Laughter, clinking glasses, dancing heels the song of the sax chant of the cello pull of the piano. Each ever-moving body is clad, head to toe, in golds and silvers twinkling like stars, at night with every jig. Suit and tie are mandatory, here. Mystery is kept by smoky… Continue reading Copacabana NY (poem)
Broken Compass (poem)
Lost and uncertain The space between a forgotten past and an elusive future grows. Thickens. Stretching across the black sea I'm surrounded. My boat drifts along the endless landscape of time. My clock, ticks. Is it this way, or that? I've long been alone, here. Broken compass shifts, with each passing tide. Am I… Continue reading Broken Compass (poem)
S. R. Crawford 