Tuesday, April 7, 2020

G - Grief

Grief may not be a tangible thing
as definitions go.
Yet, grief is felt
as heavy air, hard to catch a breath,

or, to catch a thought
before it fully forms,
extinguished on its way
to memory, and pain.

A tightening chest,
upon which sits an elephant.
Or, so it feels.
Too real to be imagined.

No, grief may not be something
seen or heard.
But, in the heart,
oh, there it's felt!

©2020 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved

F - Far Too Far Away


If I were to travel
to far off Spain,

would you wait for me?
Would I see you again?

What about Sweden
or Mexico?

Would you ask me to stay
or let me go?

I’d like to visit the pyramids.
and see the Chinese wall.

View Paris in springtime,
Or east coast colors in fall.

Mind, I do not ask permission
I travel where I will.

Across the town, around the globe
Returning to you still.

“Just don’t go too far,”
is what you’d say.

But, honestly, love,
what’s too far away?

©2020 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved