Grief circles back like an old song,
a tonic note I can’t outgrow;
each silence falls where you are gone.
Grief circles back like an old song.
I hum your name when nights are long
through rooms only the echoes know.
Grief circles back like an old song,
a tonic note I can’t outgrow.
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Author: Renee Newlon
I am a Turkish American writer and photographer. I work in short-form prose, poetic fragments, and photography. I don’t photograph the event; I photograph the moment after the event. A few things that stay with me: Plato’s Cave, Oberg’s Culture Shock, and Beethoven’s Ever thine. Ever mine. Ever ours. My greatest teacher was my college philosophy professor, Sister Jane Sullivan, who taught me how to think and how to see.
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The shadow in the photo is like a totally different person. As if following along, sharing the grief. Like Someone I know.
Isaiah 53.4