Jennifer captures the raw, fractured stillness of profound absence in these hauntingly intimate micro-poems on DifferentTruths.com.
I don't need
a prompt to write poems about grief
anymore
***
seeing you
through fresh eyes
gone five years now
***
the caress of clean sheets
the only thing that holds me
these days
***
tomorrow
your birthday that will
never be
***
each day
an eternity
without you
***
in the echo
you left behind
love whispers
in the dark of night
je t'aime
***
grief steals
all my words away
leaving only tears
***
my grief-heart
a land mine
unpredictability
***
your voice in my ear
and yet I dial your number
to hear it again
***
some days
the only energy I can muster
remembering
Picture design by Anumita Roy
Jennifer Gurney, based in Colorado, teaches, paints, writes, and hikes. Her poems have appeared internationally in 11 books and won two contests. They have also been set to music, displayed on screens in Australia, printed in Washington, D.C., shared through the Rx Poetry project, and featured on a bus in Wisconsin. A lifelong writer, she says that at 62, joy and sorrow finally give her enough depth to write a decent poem now and then.
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