There is a Hole in the World

Barbara waxed poetic about loss.

There’s a Hole in the World
A slash in a bleeding Sky
Puffy clouds swell around it.

There’s a Hole in the World
a whirlpool suddenly in the
gentle river – dark and roiling
where once was blue-green gentle
peace and laughter

There’s a Hole in the World
A hearth fire that once centered
a home, a family of blood and choice
the fire now burns without color, without
warmth, without happiness

There’s a Hole in the World
The earth rolls away, cavernous
yawning, opening agape where once
stood strength and caring and support

There’s a Hole in the World
I knew but little, shortest of time
but Love is beyond Time
I look backward with envy and forward
with loss, and love and concern, and worry
for those I have gained that remain still.

I wonder how I will be when I lose a Pillar
Under my Earth
and there is again
another Hole in the World.

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About Janet Logan

Well educated woman, transgender / transsexual, lesbian, Reiki practitioner, LGBT activist, polyamorous, and eclectic Pagan.
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2 Responses to There is a Hole in the World

  1. Karen Rodgers says:

    I reread this whenever I miss Dad or think of Barb. I have it saved and it always breaks my heart in a good way. Thought you should know that.

    • Raven Xanadu says:

      Me too, Karen, me too. I do the same thing. Oh, and a grief counselor has picked up on it, and is planning to publish it in an online magazine about grief, due in March. Thought you should know that.

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