Through My Grief
by Amber P.
Monday, March 14, 2005
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This was written on the day of my grandfather's death. I had a seat in my uncles vineyard looking out across the grapevines and the towering blues beyond...this inspired me.
Where are you?
Among the dust and vines scattered below my feet,
keeping what little warmth to nurture the roots?
Are you amongst the wings of the prairie chickens, whimpering in content like a silent flute?
Are you the breeze who shelters us from the unwanted heat, shivering under the soft spoken branches ---these who nod their lonely solitude,or are you growing amongst the vines, helping to guide your grieving wife, daughters and sons?
If I stood among the hills, rubbed the soil on me, would you rise through my veins ---your spirit radiating to those who know?
Do you float on the tides in murky river water?
Could you take shape as the iridescent dew on the newly harvested fruit?
Or do you linger amongst the barrels only hesitating in fermented fumes, or is your spirit just with us all, piece by unspoken piece?
---Amber © May 28, 1995 .All rights reserved.
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|Reviewed by Lois Christensen
|God is everywhere and in every living thing, and that is amazing in itself. You strictly kept to the subject on this tribute to your grandfather and it makes me think of my demease when the time comes. What will my children remember about me. And all 9 grandchildren and 1 great too. I do want to be remembered for somethings in life I did right.|
|Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G
|Sorry 2 hear of your loss Amber... but, he is spreading himself amongst you all -like a harvest in full bloom. I like alot of your wording... I was surprised to see murky.. I use that word too is dark tales of whoe- and when said, would you rise through my viens, if rubbed on you..... What expectations of love.VEry elequently spoken... Lady,Sheee To be honest -some of your poems "I'm" find myself Lost in the Stiff Words to use- but, this one found Me. Strange how some Poems speak there truths to your heart individually....|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Wondefully thought-out and a lovely tribute that reaches the soul. Thank you for sharing, Amber. Love and peace to you. Regis|
|Reviewed by L. Figgins
|So beautiful! This poem was read at my father's funeral. We had helped him plant a small vineyard on his acreage by the river, and my brother(Amber's Uncle)harvested the grapes and made wine from them. This wine was used in the Communion offering at the funeral mass...|
|Reviewed by Rosemarie Skaine
|My thoughts exactly when my father died. Well done. R|
|Reviewed by m j hollingshead