The Grief that Grips Our World by Raquel Dionísio Abrantes

The Grief that Grips Our WorldRaquel Dionísio AbrantesSilver waters whisperamidst slender brancheswhere sisters bathe. My twinof bone and moss whose woeI fold like my grandmother foldedher husband’s pants —carefully, and in silence. Come,feral storm. Let usbe washed from the griefthat grips our world tonight.More from Raquel Dionísio Abrantes ↓@poets_desk on InstagramMentioned in this episode:Write After with One Poem OnlyWrite After is a way to encourage poets to listen and write, and use National Poetry Month to highlight how listening to poetry makes us better poets. I know I write the best when I’m surrounded by beautiful poetry–it’s part of the reason I created this podcast, and I want to encourage others to share this practice. If you want to join: Listen to a poem from the month of April on One Poem Only, then write your own in response. I will pick one for each day to read in June for a special series: One Poem After 🍎🍏 Submissions close May 15.Write After Submissions Form