Delirium and an Unattended Headstone.
Absolute refusal of facts.
Widow left in reminder of a fairytale ended abruptly
-Beautiful Children.
Stoic Laser Focus.
Cry and Proceed.
What Else can One Do?
Speak Nothing of It,
Sears with Too Much Pain,
Fresh Wounds, Infinitely Fresh.
I swear,
“He turned Gray, Ashen.”
In that chair, in the back of the parlor,
those steel eyes, vacant.
Winnings and perfections are rare.
Far more Losers than the Victor.
No one loves you when you are down and out.
Beauty resides in the reaction
to defeat, oblivion, failure, tragedy.
Undeterred and Defiant.
Overcoming with Isolated Resilience.
Striving to be better,
Inch by Inch,
with no fanfare or adulation.
Secret hours sharpening
Body Mind and Spirit
for
the Love of Life.
Categories: Manic Beatnik Riffing
Artist- Ted Giffin - Musician 
Hi Ted, terrific poem. Life throws some unexpected curve balls, that’s for sure. I like the resilience and determination of the narrator,
“Secret hours sharpening
Body Mind and Spirit
for
the Love of Life.”
Inch by inch is the way to go. I thoroughly enjoyed, “Gray, Ashen.” Wishing you a super Sunday evening, and have a great week ahead. ~ Mia π
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Thank you so much Mia! Yeah, started out really dark, and ended on quite another note. Hey, I saw a documentary earlier today, I found out that in Japan it is a custom when someone dies, that instead of having the body lay in state, all the friends and relatives, make Paper Cranes and place them around the deceased. Wondering if you were aware of that?
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You’re welcome, Ted. I didn’t know about the death ritual, but I do know about the 1000 paper cranes. Per Wiki, Thousand Origami Cranes (εηΎ½ιΆ΄ Senbazuru) is a group of one thousand origami paper cranes (ζιΆ΄ orizuru) held together by strings. An ancient Japanese legend promises that anyone who folds a thousand origami cranes will be granted a wish by the gods. Sounds good, right? I only have to fold another 999 origami cranes. π
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