J’s Sky
I sit on her bed.
Hold her hand.
She doesn't squeeze back.
The grief splinters
between my teeth
before the goodbye.
I stare through the window,
the sky, her sky
has no answers.
It holds her ash
in my hush,
the spilling embered hues.
J’s Sky
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ash and hush, ash imagery, contemporary elegy, death and memory, deathbed poem, elegy, embered hues, emotional consequence, end-of-life poetry, grief poem, Jonathan Moya, lyric elegy, minimalist poetry, plainspoken lyricism, Poem, poetic mourning, poetic restraint, poetry, poetry about loss, short grief poem, sky as symbol, sky metaphor
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3 responses to “J’s Sky”
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Beautiful ❤️
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The last stanza, like her ash, holds us as well. The whole poem is narratively moving.
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Crushing poem, raw, and honest. Beautiful!
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