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IKnowNoBox
Apr 24, 2008 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Moments to Mourn

Grief
is like
a blanket
it can
smother us
just as
it comforts us
— IKnowNoBox, Apr 24, 2008

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Region, Country: East Coast, USA

Favorite Poets: Weird Elf, Shel Silverstein, The Poet Anonymous

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Barbara Writes

Barbara Writes

18 years 1 month ago

Grief

Smiles:) Barbara Short, nice and sweet. really good.
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warpzone

18 years 1 month ago

This reminds me of the poem

This reminds me of the poem about the red wheelbarrow glazed with rain (beside the white chickens). I think grief is more like a knife that cuts your onions but it also cuts off a sliver of your thumb (and that sucks). Do you mind if I do a takeoff of your poem?
Barbara Writes

Barbara Writes

18 years 1 month ago

another reas

Smiles:) Barbara I sense from your poem that some how grief can comfort us like a blanket? I not good at critiques. So am I right.
professor

professor

18 years 1 month ago

Although a strange concept..

you are actually quite right, grief can be a comforter, indeed some wear it almost constantly because it has become their only reason for living. But for most of us it does just transiently suffocate and plunge into retrospective questioning, feelings of loss and innaction...before we emerge scarred, but often stronger, the other side. Your poem captures this essential dichotomy very well. Keith
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IKnowNoBox

18 years 1 month ago

When we grieve we invite others to consol us...

that consolation is reassurance that we are not alone in our grief, a fact that any crooked spiritualist "medium" knows to well.The more ornate our grief the more we cling to it. That is why some cultures have rites of passage that include mourning rituals, seldom are children taken to cemeteries, before someone dies and they attend the funeral.Thank you both for your comments. In ink, Dabbler
Sinbadthesailorman

Sinbadthesailorman

18 years 1 month ago

You can't take my wobe away you Bastards!

He he I love my blanket its all I got damn it! Great job you sadist Wobe Killer Donnie/ Sinbad I can't say it comforts us though I just thinks it lets us know we're still alive for we can still feel something, Sadness
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Amaranthine

18 years 1 month ago

Well Said

Yes, grief can smother us- it is true (said while gasping for air) Finding comfort in the grieving process is difficult, but it is an emotional curling back into oneself - finding closure - kissing goodnight, for the final time. Great job in putting such a powerful message into few words!
Barbara Writes

Barbara Writes

18 years 1 month ago

New way of thinking

Smiles:) Barbara Grief comforts. I know someone that is always grieved, thereby looking for comfort from others. Works really well for them. I heard someone call them a professional victim. That don't work for me. Oh she is always upset, I heard at a time, when my life was at its worse, feeling none cared. I know this is not your intended take. Just that it reminded of a situation I am aware of. As your poem states, when others are there comfort is present. Great poem well expressed.
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IKnowNoBox

18 years 1 month ago

The comparision of grief as you address

here so well, is an element to the comfort of grief, "My grief is not as intense as someone elses." Some will use a blanket not just for cover but for ground cover. Lingering in grief will suffacate us, and those who tend to the grieving.We comfort someone out of instinct, human nature requires a "return' for our consoling, a token tear and a sniffle and on you go. That comfort is shared, what is the friend that grieves and grieves so that even when it is theoir turn to take the consol roll they may even overlap their grief upon the peer that seeks to consoled. Not much of a friend! in ink, Dabbler ps Nothing good comes from bad grief, how to grief well is lost as cultures assimalate, rites of passage are lost in the melting pots.