.

Shapes of Grief

bend with thoughts
to twist and spiral.
Roots once planted
reach with velocity
as if it was a tornado
heaving upward
like an open palm reaching
to the God's  --
funneling for truth.

There it waits - and seeks
a moment
for a seed of acknowledgement
only to find
an  eternity of silence
that echoes across skeletons.

Weeping and wailing
puddles from torrential storms
and subsides to the sun scorn.
Clouds once darkened change form and bow
to visions of a double rainbow
where leprechauns dance
in silent sympathy.

And grief - for a moment
changes
to accept the future as is,
forever changing.