They
come and go, the yellow flowers
and
the festivals of spring.
Grief
is also a celebration
and
colours everything.
How
different we were before death bloomed! –
loss,
in its season, brings
flowers,
fruits, the sharp stalks of harvest.
Loss,
too is a blossoming.
And
I’ve grown my own carapace
then
taken it apart,
as a seed must destroy its casing
before
new life can start.
I’ve
morphed to a shoot that carries
grief’s grey sap through its heart.
Holi is the Indian festival of colours observed to mark the beginning of spring.
Hari OM
ReplyDeleteI am ever in awe of your way with words, Nila! May life be coloured prettily for you, even as you carry the grey... YAM xx
Thank you, Yamini! Much appreciated.
DeleteAfter the last two years all of us are carrying some grey. Hopefully the other colours come back soon. Hugs.
Beautifully true. I hope your new growth is strong...
ReplyDeleteI am so very glad to see you here, EC! Thank you!
DeleteSpring is a good time to emerge...or re-emerge as the case may be. I hope Holi 2022 brought some good energy for you. Take care
ReplyDeleteA friend who's a cancer survivor posts a meme often on his wall - I have only two kinds of days - good days and better days. :) I am trying to use his philosophy. One day at a time. Spring is beautiful! Thank you for your wishes, Joanne.
DeleteHi Nila - you've expressed the sorrow of grief, then the new beginning when the carapace starts to disintegrate. The colours of Spring are so bright and joyful ... there's always life ahead - life blossoms on - with thoughts - Hilary
ReplyDeleteThanks Hilary. You are so right, life doesn't stop for anything. Everything has two sides to it and one side is always good, we just have to nose around and find it.
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