The green in all its shades is luminescent,
polarized and poised to become.
Everything else is silvered by the sun,
the flowers, the fence, the dog swimming in silver water.
Air stirs between the trees and space appears beneath the leaves to sit,
to watch the sweep of evening’s purple clouds.
A distance inserts itself between his view
and the horizon’s long darkening line,
enough to let grief stretch out,
diminish with the day, the sun, the effortless fall of light.
End of Grief
05 Sunday May 2013
Posted in poems
Poetry on the run 
Reblogged this on The ancient eavesdropper and commented:
Ronald’s poetry reminds me how I feel when I look at a sunset or see a painting by Monet; he lifts the ladle of light and makes the page stir with words that blend nature’s essence into your brain. If you were a tree, that xylem would phloem through Ron’s pen. Please stop by Ron’s blog “Poetry on the run” and you will want to stay awhile. And to Ron and everyone on WordPress, I wish you a pleasant and peaceful Sunday 🙂
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A truly interesting post. I often see death as being like the sun setting but I’m not sure that I ever see an an ‘end of grief’ in absolute terms. I think we all need a break from grieving, however awful the loss has been, and in many ways this poem seems to allude to that in a very calm, tranquil way which is as natural as the sunset.
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Thank you for taking the time to read my poetry and leave the nice comment. Like you I believe there may be no absolute end to grief, but thankfully its intensity usually diminishes with time, space and fading memories…though I still miss them.
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Love the poem. I believe that, somewhere, grief does end
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Thank you so much for reading the poem and taking time to leave a comment.
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