There is soft sadness
like neglected lace
crumbling to dust.
There is hard sadness
like once-worshiped toys
relinquished to rust.
There is sweet sadness
like crocuses spearing
lethally late snow.
There is bitter sadness
like puberty
pruning sopranos.
There is bearable sadness
like the inevitable
end of autumn.
There is unbearable sadness
like parents choosing
a child’s coffin.
There is passive sadness
like the little larcenies
of time.
There is belligerent sadness
like fat fledglings
forced to fly.
There is sane sadness
like forest fires
creating collateral.
There is insane sadness
like enduring love
that’s unilateral.
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There is an encyclopedia of sadness
detailing twenty years of damage
that I promise henceforth
will read to your advantage!
no doubt a great piece of work. again, very well written, and the descriptions are moving. made me say "yes! true!" to just about every kind of sadness. right on.
Very well written. I like it.