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
anchoring life
to earth
— end —
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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This is beautiful, sad, and contamplative. Well done!
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Thank you!
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Very beautiful and moving!
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Thank you Vijaya.
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You’re most welcome!
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A lovely poignant write!
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Thank you Dahlia.
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Thoughtful and lovely.
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Thank you Ali.
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This is really good. I’d have to agree–without love there would be no grief.
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Thanks Russell.
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Very nicely told. I could feel their grief
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Thank you Laurie.
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Grief is one form love takes I suppose – not all her forms are kind. Thought provoking piece.
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No, they aren’t all kind. Thanks!
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Beautiful, Ansumani.
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Thanks Dale.
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Love this, its sad but beautifully written x
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Thank you!
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Yes, I do agree that without love you wouldn’t have grief. It’s a tough one. But love is worth it in the end. Really, it’s all we have on this earth. Love the poetry at the end. Beautiful piece.
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Thank you Amy.
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Beautiful. I agree – love and grief go hand in hand.
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Thank you Irene.
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Ah yes, we console ourselves with those thoughts, because it’s so difficult to accept that they are gone. Love is pleasure and pain both. Beautifully sad.
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Thank you Freya.
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I’m not familiar with the Haibun form, but I like it very much. You’ve done it justice, obviously. Love and grief — they go together. They make us more human, hopefully, more appreciative of what we have.
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Thank you. I’m discovering this form of poetry myself.
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Dear Ansumani,
Lovely haibun about the human condition.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you Rochelle.
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A beautiful expression of grief
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Thank you Bellybytes.
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Maybe it’s the sea that evoke such sadness, the waves are caresses set to soothe…
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Sometimes the waves soothe..sometimes it evokes sadness. Thanks for reading.
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Sad but very realistic depiction of dealing with grief and love.
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Thanks for reading.
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…like the slap of waves on a rocky shore. A perfect simile. A moving and poignant piece indeed.
My secret beach
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Thank you Keith.
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Lovely haibun, Ansumani. You’ve painted a beautiful word picture here.Well done. —- Suzanne
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Thank you Suzanne.
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Thought provoking.
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Thank you Dawn
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