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The Space

  • Writer: Nolcha Fox
    Nolcha Fox
  • Sep 3, 2024
  • 1 min read


Grief is the space you used to be,

the breath you breathed

that rustled kitchen curtains.


Grief is the space of everything

that left me leaden, left me,

vanished into who cares.


Grief is the space where I find nothing

of your laughter, only memories

I embellish. You won’t mind.


inspired by Jane Edberg's "The Fine Art of Grieving" and the dVerse prompt, just for laughs:

17 comentários


Robbie Cheadle
Robbie Cheadle
06 de set. de 2024

HI Nolcha, a sad and poignant take on the prompt.

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Nolcha Fox
Nolcha Fox
06 de set. de 2024
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Thank you, Robbie.

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Convidado:
05 de set. de 2024

This is profoundly grief sticken. A grief where even the memory of laughter is lost. It is so very sad. seanatbogie poetography.ink

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Nolcha Fox
Nolcha Fox
05 de set. de 2024
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Thank you, Seana. I wrote it for my mother, who died last October.

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Convidado:
04 de set. de 2024

The whole thing is touching and exact, but the ending is particularly so.


-Cris, The Scribbletorium

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Nolcha Fox
Nolcha Fox
05 de set. de 2024
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Thank you, Cris.

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Convidado:
04 de set. de 2024

Poignant. :)

-kittysverses

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Nolcha Fox
Nolcha Fox
05 de set. de 2024
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Thank you, Kitty.

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Björn Rudberg
Björn Rudberg
04 de set. de 2024

What darkness when the laughter is gone.

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Nolcha Fox
Nolcha Fox
05 de set. de 2024
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Thank you, Björn. Laughter is what I remember most when people are gone.

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