Two Stages of Grief

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics:  Small Change or Big Bucks
(posted by msjadeli)

"Good Tuesday, d’Versians! It’s Lisa, with Poetics. I know Spring is a time for new life, the end of a long winter, and hope is walking beside us along the path. Why then, does my mind turn to death and loss? Along with the light of Spring also walks the shadow of death in the forms of war, pestilence, environmental destruction, the quickly-approaching depletion of fossil energy fuel to power our machines, and billionaires desperately trying to get off of the planet while there is time."

"Elisabeth Kübler-Ross, M.D. (July 8, 1926 – August 24, 2004) was a Swiss-born psychiatrist, a pioneer in Near-death studies and the author of the groundbreaking book On Death and Dying (1969,) where she first discussed what is now known as the Kübler-Ross model. In this work she proposed the now famous Five Stages of Grief™ as a pattern of adjustment. These five stages of grief are: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. The five stages have since been adopted into The Kübler-Ross Change Curve™ by many corporations to train employees in change and loss." 

"Today’s challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to choose one or more of Kubler-Ross’ stages of grief (denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance) to write about, in relation to your, or another’s, current state of being."

I cannot deny
the eye of grief
when I am standing
in front of the source.
My little pal, ever at
my side, has died.  He lay
on an afghan looking 
the very picture
of peace.  I touched
his silky head gently,
knowing he was already
gone.  And I cried,
and cried, and cried.
I have not passed over
into anger nor any type
of bargaining.  A heavy
stone lies across my
heart.  I look for him
in all his favorite
spots, especially 
next to me 
on the couch
late at night, 
both of us sharing 
a blanket. 

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.
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6 Responses to Two Stages of Grief

  1. msjadeli says:

    Sara, I felt your poem deeply. How you describe him and the “heavy stone across your heart” brings it so close.


  2. VJ says:

    Such a huge loss. Hugs.


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