Like the slap of waves on rocky shores, grief never stops it’s assault. Like a phantom limb sensed by habit-worn nerves, grief senses the departed.
“I can feel Dad’s presence”, “Mom’s looking down”…we soothe ourselves. But some days we know it’s a lie and a sense of irrevocable loss opens up …a vacuum.
In that vacuum rushes in that formless, colourless, odourless thing – called love or it’s sad synonym grief- for if there was no love would there be grief? The heart moves on …like the slap of waves on a rocky shore.
salt and water
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This 100 word Haibun – a prose and poetry combination – was written for the 100 word photo challenge. More details about this challenge can be found at: https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/05/25/27-may-2016/
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
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