Sixth Stage of Grief

~Sailing my Beluga

Today, the day is crying

All night,

And since early morning,

Filled with melancholy

Waters

Up to the brim.

Slowly overflowing

Streams and rivers

Under my bridges.

I am adding

My tear or two

Of the salty liquid

To the mill.

We will

Finally reach

The sea,

The ocean blue.

There is no

Rush,

No haste,

No hurry.

Easy does it.

Life is just

An accident.

It may take a while,

A year or two,

A day

Or a week.

Who is counting

The hours,

The minutes?

Not me.

What's wrong

With just sailing,

Going

With the flow?

There is nothing,

Nothing,

Nothing wrong.

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Written by

milushka

Published: Oct 14, 2010
LinesWords: 40107

Notes: ~This is not my Poem; this belongs to me Lamushkia; (Milushka) who is no longer with us.
Check out her other poems in her collection here.
She deserves to be remembered.
~Anna

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Prior Reviews:
Patti Masterman-Heterodynemind   Aug 25
Exquisite in every way. I could read this a thousand times and gain something new with each reading. :)
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Yelena M   Sep 20
'adding
My tear or two
Of the salty liquid
To the mill' - quite beautiful. Poetry from the soul and for the soul.Thanks for sharing, Anna.

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