The Moya View

Talking Away

Credit…Marion Fayolle

I use to think about grief,
building loss on loss, sorrow on sorrow,
into a silent groan in my bowels
of ever churning laments
mourning for the comfort
of dead faces.

All the sorrow and lost infused my words.
It leaked out to the white spaces between
unwanted vowels and syllables :
to the house gone, parts removed,
friends lost, the broken things—
whining until my tongue said “Stop!”

And, the grief released beyond my deafness,
receding to silence, a smile that said,
“Look now, laugh at this mess that is me.”





One response to “Talking Away”

  1. caroline46 Avatar

    I like the way the poem was mistakenly formatted in the email

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