Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #367

Words:  whistle, grief, live, peace, chill, fly, trunk, beside, gather, sting, remember, touch

Flying beside me
a grief-stricken
whistler. I know
the sting, I recall
the touch. Gathered
a trunkful of memories
to toss out to sea.
I’m chillin’, I’m
livin’. Hope you
find your peace.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
This entry was posted in Purple's Home and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

6 Responses to Lightening

  1. Pat B says:

    Well done. Each one has to find peace in their own way and time following the death of a loved one.


  2. oldegg says:

    How hard it is to accept a loved one’s life cut short. Often the feeling is not so much for them but for ourselves realizing our own mortality.


  3. colonialist says:

    Nicely contrived! Chillin’ and livin’ – nice!


Comments are closed.