Sonnet VI Let Grief Lie Fallow

 

Let grief lie fallow, snug beneath burnt leaves,

Unseen, untapped, unfelt except in dreams

That leak and seep into the life we weave  

And blear our eyes with smoke of things unseen.

Or -  nurture grief and feed it like a weed -

And root it deep and free its fronds to spread

And curl between all future thought and need

To tangle hope in twisted knots of dread

Unleash grief upon all who venture near

So drool and slobber pool around their toes.

To mire them deep in helpless endless tears  

And sucker up their deepest fears and woes.

Befriend your grief, tame it to your needs

And welcome joy of aching sweet release.