~ Written by Danielle N Bilski ~

Grey ocean (Paper clocks)

How did I,
say goodbye and now,
continue this life,
when I held you,
in my arms for your final moment,
graced by calm?

I am in awe,
of a quiet fortitude as I try,
to survive losing you,
and these words,
an inadequate capture cannot piece together,
our symbiotic bond that has shattered.

I am wondering,
when words will,
matter again,
and colours,
can continue creating,
true impressions.

I am living,
mere moments masquerading meaning,
by relation,
and playing,
puzzling poetic profundity,
with alliteration.

My sight,
lost luminosity like links,
of chain,
since grief,
etiolated elocutions eventually emulating,
a grey ocean.

I am discovering,
soft strength stored safely,
within my remains,
and imagination,
transformed through time transcends,
a world forever changing.

©2023 Danielle N Bilski