Mourning

by I HAVE A VOICE

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Mourning is never like scraping off a dirty dish

With specks of spaghetti meat sauce that

Resists only a dab of dish soap,

 It is never like licking your favorite ice cream

To the very center with no regrets of getting a few

Dirty spots

 Mourning is a scraping within, a polishing that

Obliges an exhausting circling before the ocher copper

Can shine through pristinely—

It is the death we avoid to die,

The leprosy of memory over incarnate reasons,

And the cleansing we imperatively need before the

Inner cup can hold life’s pure wine

Exclusively.

3 Comments to “Mourning”

  1. Your poem made me think–in a good way–and I especially like:

    The leprosy of memory over incarnate reasons,

    And the cleansing we imperatively need before the

    Inner cup can hold life’s pure wine

    I like the sound, the flow, the imagery, the internal rhymes, and some of the cadence of these three lines.

    Russ

  2. very beautifully crafted…

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