I'm a part of the black and white sea,
spend my days in mourning,
dead to my own beliefs.

The storm clouds are a warning:
no prisoners to be released.
Lightning strikes the land like
a band of thieves.

I'm not sad, that's boring.
When my maker cuts the purse strings,
I'll dream in color, not fall peacefully
into grayscale sleep.

Cover Art: Hilda Fletcher Magnificent Mourning, 1913

7 responses to “Disenfranchised Grief”

  1. Grief lives to cry another day🌫️⛈️

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    1. It’s torment until tears around these parts, but even the darkest veil somehow finds a way to lift. ⚫️🖤⛓️‍💥

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  2. The world is so sadly full of grief. Cool video, Katie!

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    1. Thank you, John. I do hope you have a much brighter Thanksgiving ahead.

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      1. Thanks so much, Katie! I will be home by myself for Thanksgiving, Christmas and my 65th birthday next month. I’m used to this as it has a lot to do with my decision to stay in Nevada after the 2016 divorce. I live by myself so its very peaceful.

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  3. Well-penned, Katie!

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  4. Thank you so much, Susie.

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