Grey Rain

Closed coffin, no last look only to remember
your face–
those eyes that could mesmerize
with one arresting ocean blue glance

A tiny breath, for if I breathe
too much–
I’ll drift away into the memories
that haunt me to this day

The tears will come spilling, falling
grey rain–
shrouding, fading the brilliant sun
whenever I hear this mournful song.

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: This song was played at my husband’s funeral and even now, 25 years later it is one that gets me every time I hear it, no matter where I am. He was a musician and used to sing this to me.

dVerse Poetics: Cry Me a River

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53 Comments on “Grey Rain

  1. …for if I breathe too much – Oh, this gets me. The Beatles – they are truly a gift to us and look how young… sigh. This has such a sweet melody – I don’t think I’ve ever heard it before – I can see why it holds such a special place.

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  2. I played this song on the guitar for a high school choir concert, but never really felt it until now. The love, and as you say, the drifting. That drifting can take us away, yes, but for some it is a therapeutic journey: to feel everything. Thank you, Linda.

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    • How lovely you play guitar. Yes, I agree with you Amaya. I believe it is essential to feel everything in times of anguish and loss.

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  3. My heart aches when I read your poem and hear the song and think of him singing it to you. He is there, and this song is the key that takes you to him.

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  4. I’m sorry, but this is the last one I’m going to be able to read now, because you’ve made me cry – again – and I need a break from this prompt! Such a beautiful song, and it is sad, but it is at least about having lived life to the full, I think. Your middle stanza captures grief perfectly.

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  5. We all find ways that works for us separately, in coping with grief, losing the people we loved and lost in this life, and, there’s no time frame to which this needs to be finished up with, there’s, NO way any of us can hurry ourselves in making ourselves heal back up properly, we can only, put one foot in front of the other, and keep going without the ones we loved and lost in this life.

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  6. Wow, and a song that is indeed very moving for me, and your words also moving, but all the more knowing the back story you provide.

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  7. I am so very sorry for your loss. My brother died 30 years ago, at the age of 51. At a recent visit with my beloved sister-in-law she said these words, “there really is no closure.” It reminds me of the quotation by Gibran that Amaya used in her prompt:
    “When you are sorrowful, look again in your heart and you shall see that in truth, you are weeping for that which has been your delight.”

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    • Thank you. Yes, Lillian. Your sister-in-law is wise for that is how it is. There is no closing of the book, you read through it over and over and it becomes a part of who you are. The Gibran quote is so beautifully accurate.

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