“Sorrow” by Shara McCallum

There are too many poems on the subject of sorrow.
Why pile one more on this dung heap of sorrow?

Once upon a time always promises wonder. We remember,
too late, the breadcrumb-less woods of sorrow.

You fall asleep nightly rehearsing a lie:
Tomorrow I’ll end it, my love affair with sorrow.

A woman is singing again. Who is she this time?
No matter. Her voice grinds the whetstone of sorrow.

What a choice we’re given: to hold on to the dead
or let them vanish to try to vanquish our sorrow.

I speak my name out loud into my shiny new iPhone.
On the screen, Siri spells it out for me: Sorrow.

Shara McCallum, “Sorrow” from Madwoman. Copyright © 2017 by Shara McCallum.

5 thoughts on ““Sorrow” by Shara McCallum

  1. jean mckay

    Dear Christy/Christina,
    Hi, got way behind on emails; just finding this one of nearly a month ago. Yikes. I’ve been missing your posts and have thought perhaps you announce a hiatus and I didn’t catch it. Anyway, hoping all is A-OK with you. You’re quite a presence here online! Best Wishes from Jean in S.J., CA! ❤

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