Sonnet 43

by Thomas Davis

Grief leaps from cracks and corners, as I walk
or sit beside our window looking out
toward the mountains, like a fierce-eyed hawk
that slashes from the sky and grabs a trout
that flips and struggles as sharp talons snuff
light out of day, the beating from the heart.

Grief seizes life grown wearisome and tough
beyond all hope that might one day jumpstart
time’s stream and let the sunlight filter down
into the shadows, wakening the joys
that often went unnoticed as I walked on ground
made blessed by my wife, girls, precious boy.

The gray miasma leaps from corners, cracks.
I startle as the sun turns dark, then black.

Note: There are two more sonnets in the sequence I have been posting for months now. Most of the sonnets were written while Ethel’s and my son, Kevin Michael Davis, was in the hospital or at home under hospice care. These last sonnets were written shortly after his death a little over a year ago.


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14 responses to “Sonnet 43

  1. Scriptor Obscura

    This is for you. I just found it and I thought it is perfect for you:

    I am honored to know you, Thomas. You are a shining light here on the blogosphere. I hope that you know how much you are loved and appreciated. Your presence here has touched many, and I am truly grateful. I appreciate it more than I know how to say. I will let others say for me what I cannot, and how I feel:

    I hope my paltry words and the links here will suffice to say what I think you already know. You are a treasure.

    People come into our lives for a reason. I am truly blessed that you have come into mine, if only through the internet. I know that many others here feel the same way. You and Ethel are much loved in the WordPress community here, Thomas.

    Though I know that mere words can never suffice to ameliorate a pain as deep as yours, know that we are with you, we feel the raw grief pouring through your words.

    We are with you in your pain.

    • Scriptor, I have been wandering through Dr. Bill Wooten’s site. His photographs, tied to the words of writers and scholars, are symbolic, intense, and, somehow, healing. Thanks for guiding me. You are always a good guide in many different ways, O wordsmith.

  2. I give thanks for Kevin whose presence, love and inspiration have given you such wonderful words to express your love for him Thomas. Love David

  3. Angela

    Thomas, your poetry is just so beautiful. Despite the sadness you describe, there is a resonance of your soul that seeps through in your words; a resonance that chimes with beauty and softness. I feel it is an honour to read your words and be allowed to glimpse that beauty in your soul.

  4. Caddo Veil

    Oh, Thomas–you know these beautiful sonnets break my heart. Wish I could help carry yours and Ethel’s grief–sending prayers and love in double measure.

  5. Anna Mark

    Grief — The gray miasma leaps from corners, cracks. That statement is easy to identify with and as I read this poem I sense it — the miasma — something gray and unpleasant, something powerful enough to turn the sun black, fierce enough to take out the beating from the heart. I cannot help but read this poem with many layers of understanding due to my knowledge of your son, and the source of your grief. With this knowledge in mind, grief almost becomes that which also killed your son, and kills other sons…grief in this case is death itself. Being a “victim” of grief…very powerful.

  6. I think this is one of the most moving and beautiful sonnets in your series about your son. I’m glad you have posted it on the web – it deserves to be read by others who might find in it the consolation of a kindred spirit.

  7. I have been thinking of you a lot lately.

    Scriptor said it perfectly — we are with you in your pain.

    Much love to you and your family,

  8. sonjabingen

    When I read this it resurfaces all the sadness and pain of losing him. It still doesn’t seem like it really could have happened or be real. Hopefully he knows how much his family loved him. He was too young to die.

    Thank you for all the followers of this site. You are helping my parents with their healing process. It is so nice for them to have support.

  9. We just lost someone suddenly in my family…and yes, ‘grief leaps from corners, cracks’ These sonnets are so personal and sad, but with a sacredness that honors the memory of your son and any who are gone…but not lost. Thanks for your beautiful words and heart, Thomas.

  10. The grey time of day, at twilight, is such a perfect metaphor for what you must have felt so soon after losing your son. This honors your love for him so very well, Thomas!

  11. Printing out to read and re-read, and read once again. Oh so poignant!!

  12. “I startle as the sun turns dark, then black.”

    A telling and utterly ‘right’ final line for a masterful threnody. So finely wrought. Art as a way to cope with almost unbearable grief.

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