Grief

[Delta40]

All you had to offer was a polka dot dress
with a dollop of yoghurt on your inviting breast.
After the service, I hold the melting hem under my nose
and inhale the realization of loss.
Au revoir
For hours, my crematorium heart erases everything.
Eventually I stand on the balcony
where the neighbours witness your departure
from this world via clouds of ash.
I fling your vessel downwards.
Begone wretched hope!
See it crack on the pavement and shatter
like shards of painful, stabbing truth.
Your sooty residue is my only legacy
and this tissue cannot hold the weight of my grief.

[deryk]

All you had to offer was a polka dot dress
with a dollop of yoghurt on your inviting breast.


This is quite heavy. Opening with an offering of sunny imagery was an excellent idea. It's supple and contracts our vision into the ruin that follows.



For hours, my crematorium heart erases everything.


The balance of strained metaphors with hard actions was also effective.



Methinks the sooty residue is my only legacy
and this tissue cannot hold the weight of my grief.

I love how the titular grief comes back to embody the distance between the vessel of life and the vessel of death. It jars me in both meanings of the word. I can't find any major faults, but "methinks" didn't quite fit the vernacular of the speaker. This is a lovely dose of hard realism Delta.

[Delta40]

methinks is begone....!

[Hawkman]

Good call :) Moving poem, Delta.

Live and be well - H

[Delta40]

thanks

[Jerrybaldy]

Your sooty residue is my only legacy
and this tissue cannot hold the weight of my grief

Here you encapsulate loss so beautifully that I could be forgiven for thinking it was worth writing poetry x

[Delta40]

Ha ha! I hate/love poetry