#91 (three tales about grief)

three
photo credit: Matthias Geh

1.

he was reading

some books about stars

on the steps

how his heart started bleeding

when he thought about Beth

realizing how she

had been taken

by Death

 


2.

I was circling

some words

in a text about birds

as it hit like a rock

while the doves kept

on staring

never would I be able

to sit next beside

my dear grandmother

once  a clay cottage

bride


3.

she was brushing

her hair

when some strains

circled down

memory hit her

abruptly

of a delicate clown

who had brought

her to tears then

but right now

it was clear that

his life had been lost

joking one hour too long

in a sudden, grim frost


*18th December 2016

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