I participated in a Story Circle Network poetry webinar today with poet Sharon Charde. The title of her presentation was, “Transforming Your Trauma into Art.” I don’t consider myself a poet but am drawn to this short form of expression. At the end of the 1 1/2 hour presentation, Sharon gave us the prompt: Describe your grief in as much detail as you can. We had ten minutes. This is my first draft attempt.
Alone. Left behind.
Abandoned to tread through life
your steady presence,
I miss your knowing nod
when I shared unvarnished thoughts.
Your eyes that said, “Exactly right. I agree.”
I yearn for the intimacy of our
shared perception, and
the trust that created that
I miss the purity of
our brother-sister bond