If he were alive, he might have shrugged and said, things happen for no reason, but he wasn’t, he was only my son in a dream, where he found me sitting in the woods trying to understand his death.
Beautiful and vivid, restrained and yet so moving. The progression feels so right; I love how the ending comes back to the title (which in itself is a profound reflection on loss). Thank you for this gift out of grief.
Bob is one of the dearest humans on the planet to me. If this poem stirs you, I encourage you to consider his book In the Unwalled City. Many poems and a long, threaded essay that explore grief and grappling with coming back to life inside after losing a child.
What a moving poem! This helps give insight to a project I am working on for a DMin at Baylor's Truett Seminary over a theology on death and dying.
Beautiful and vivid, restrained and yet so moving. The progression feels so right; I love how the ending comes back to the title (which in itself is a profound reflection on loss). Thank you for this gift out of grief.
oooh, this one inspired a poem in reponse
Bob is one of the dearest humans on the planet to me. If this poem stirs you, I encourage you to consider his book In the Unwalled City. Many poems and a long, threaded essay that explore grief and grappling with coming back to life inside after losing a child.
https://slantbooks.org/books/in-the-unwalled-city/
This is haunting and beautiful.
Oh, this makes my heart ache and hope at the same time. I keep rereading it.