Dukkha- Samsara
Yes, I am familiar with Kubler-Ross, the stages of grief, but no amount of intellectualization can deaden the pain and knowing the inevitable won't act as morphine- for us, the survivors, we, who are left behind there is no balm, no easy anesthesia. Death, suffering is the course of all life the destiny of all things born. Philosophers, theologians have discussed this ad infinitum... Still, what words can I give you- widow, orphan, you- almost-mother marred by miscarriage and to you- writhing with disease, to you- left by betrayal. There is none, sympathy seems cruel when all that is needed is an ear, an open heart. And I, too, must now face this- the ugly specter, Death (my own mother's dying) even through the long lingering, this wearisome vigil, my weeping waits- not yet unleashed, not as my sister's frequent sobbing... Numbed I've always held hurt within, stoic, though tortured nonetheless- I am teetering on the verge of- a torrent of tears. Note- the title is from the Buddhist concept of life's suffering- the inevitability, but, with the transcendence that comes with the knowledge that all life is a cycle- Birth-Death; Struggle-Survival-Renewal. I wrote this during the long vigil of my own mother's death, - she passed on August 1, 2018... Due to my emotion, the ideas and words of the poem came easily, but I feel I may have erred in the placement of commas, line breaks etc. Please feel free to comment .
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I have been writing poetry since my late teens. My usual topics are: society and politics, introspection, spirituality, nature and relationships. I have achieved some modest publishing successess, including 3 chapbooks and 3 books. Among the writers...
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