Show Grief

Sculpture Poem

The sculptor bid me grieve.

So, I contemplated death

In all its diverse ways

How I feel when they leave


Casting my glance below,

Memories of my mother

Flooded my heart’s hidden home.

I allowed tears to flow



Contemplating my dad,

Brought me to many years back

The pain of a little girl

A wordless kind of sad


The grieving will see me

Through the veil of forlorn tears

As they journey through the years

In a cemetery.


Bidding farewell but only for now.


© Carol Campbell

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Chisel me a conversation

From Lillian,

So – for today’s poetics – pick a sculpture, preferably a human form, and do one of the following:

  • Take on the persona you imagine this being to have and write as if you were the person, telling us your “back story,” or what you’re thinking during the posing,  or tell us what’s happening to you in the time after the sitting — whatever you share, do it in the voice of that sculpture.
  • Or, be the artist having a conversation with the subject, either before, during or after the sculpting.
  • Or, be the sculpture and suddenly come to life now – talk to us!

In other words, in some way, breathe life into the sculptor’s subject!

❤ ❤ ❤





Published by: writersdream9

I have been writing all my life but for the most part, it has been a secret. My parents did not believe writing was a good way to earn money so I hid my poems. Then one day, I wanted to comment on an essay that a friend had written and found myself with a blog. That quiet whisper inside said, "You can write your poetry and no one will ever know.". I knew nothing of followers and the like at that time. So, here I am trying to learn my craft and enjoying every moment of it. My personal details are, I'm 57, married for 39 years, have one grown son who is God's gift to us and last but not least at all, I'm a Baha'i which basically means that I love all humanity.

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57 thoughts on “Show Grief”

  1. “The sculptor bid me grieve” Such a profound statement here — and I can somehow feel this sculpture feeling, saying this to us. I also really like the reference to the veil she is wearing and relating it to the tears — and also “casting my glance below” — many times the sculptor does a casting first — a model if you would. So these words fit ever so subtly with the idea of the sculpture in terms of its essence and its feelings. I find the “dappling” / erosion on the sculpture so interesting in this one — perhaps the tears have flowed so heavily that they marked her over time….
    So very well done.
    So very interesting to see through all these readings, which sculpture is chosen and how the poet becomes the sculpture. Thanks so much for participating in this one —

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  2. Statue at Death’s door..
    iF only more could live
    the moment of death and
    have a second chance.. i more
    lucky than most.. experience
    this three nows in 1liFE.. Love
    IS All that counts 1..2.. when tHe
    cLocK airS TwELve1..
    iT’s true
    thAT as wE
    statueS in
    Form noW..
    take with uS
    as Eternal LiFe..
    Been tHere donE iT Now.
    yes.. tHree nows2.. and perhaps
    i’Ve just gone to heLL and back
    to HeaVen three nows now..
    anyWay.. one thing i kNow
    for sUre noW
    IS A FEarless
    LovE noW..:)

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  3. Sometimes I have pondered why we were given the ability to love so deeply only to lose those we love.
    This line really hit me….”a wordless kind of sad”. You have expressed grief in a beautiful way.

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  4. Carol!!! Look at all the comments here that you so much deserve! Good for you! These words just tore at my breast for I know grieving only too intimately right now. Beautifully penned and thought out, my friend! Thank you! ❤

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