Threshold by Elise Hempel


When does the recent past become
the distant past, when does a loss –
still new, unreal – begin to cross
into memory’s catacombs?

How many months create the door
through which the daze and doubt of grief
pass and slacken to belief,
and then a steady faith? How long before

your silent room – unbroken sun
on an empty sill, the stripped bed –
is just a scene, I glance instead
of stepping in?

by Elise Hempel

Editor’s Note: This poem uses fragments of meter and rhyme to portray the loss of a loved one. The yearning for peace instead of grief can be a frustrating journey.


2 responses to “Threshold by Elise Hempel”

  1. calensariel Avatar

    This poem made me go very still and consider…

  2. calensariel Avatar

    Reblogged this on Impromptu Promptlings and commented:
    Sometimes I run across a poem that makes me go still inside. This one, by Elise Hempel, posted on the blog Autumn Sky Poetry, did just that.

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