What I’m Learning About Grief.

It's a expressive way of portraying grief. Grief, just like any other emotion, is how you are feeling subconsciously. And grief does come in many forms. So fighting with your emotions is like fighting yourself

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I like how brutal a lot of this poem is, whilst still having some moments of real beauty in there, especially that second to last paragraph with mentions of "vivid tangerine sunsets" and "coconut moons" - very evocative, almost paradisaical imagery.

The thing I like most about this poem is - despite the last couple of lines - it shows a real vulnerability and humanity, that, in fact, show that no one is really "indestructible". This isn't to say that the last couple of lines are bad, quite the opposite - it seems like the author is feeling more resigned than powerful.

It reminds me a lot of A Crow Looked at Me, which is an album by Mount Eerie. It's similar in that it doesn't romanticise death, or even grief, but rather makes the reader reflect themselves on their own mortality and relationship with it.

I feel this deeply in the recesses of my raspberry brain as my hallow chest burns and struggles to breathe. Thank you for sharing this painfully beautiful piece.

The only thing I’m on the fence about, and I really can’t decide, is whether the specificity of the “vivacious 17 year old is now an angel” adds or detracts to the whole piece (or maybe it’s neither). As someone going through my own kind of grief right now, it’s the only part that brought me out of my reverie. Part of me doesn’t want to know the specific reason for the speaker’s grief, and then another part of me might like to know more details, like recollections about the 17 year old… the birth mark on their shoulder, the way they smelled like cinnamon, how they laughed in the rain that one time. But it is the speaker’s call to share or not share. I make no demands of someone in the throes of grief.

I really loved this and the abstract nature of the fruit and food references woven throughout. I also thought the flow, including the longer sentences mashed up with things like every. Last. Breath. And the inch. By. Inch. was effective at expressing the turbulent pacing of grief.

Very well done.

Sadly, beautifully, and bravely you have learned about grief. Humbling and beautifully spoken.Thank you for sharing. :)

This is a beautiful poem and I loved reading this. It brought tears to my eyes.

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