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5 Stages

on February 9, 2012

The more time I spend writing, especially poetry, I find that I never end with what I had in mind to begin with. Take this poem for example. I wanted to write a poem about the color periwinkle – mainly because I like the word. I wrote out the stanza, and then it gave me the idea to associate emotions with colors. And then I ended up writing about the Kübler-Ross Stages of Grief. I have no idea how I made a leap so far from periwinkle to grief, but hey, at least I’ve gotten a poem out of it 😉 Enjoy! (I have written each stage above each section for clarification’s sake)

5 Stages:


Her thoughts melt to vermillion as the clock ticks by the hour

Ignoring thistles as they pried, attempting to release her power

Being followed by the shadows, church bell’s ringing in the tower

Clouds were keeping persistent, still her mind was resistant

To a hesitant heart

The longer she waits

The harder it is to break the spell

Try as she may

She feels she may never prevail


Now all she sees is crimson, heavy heart from such unfairness

Smog encompassed her emotions life tossed coal into the furnace

Blind to sunshine and the small things drenched in blatant unawareness

When the fisticuffs released, her mind could never keep the peace

In a bisentō heart

The fiercer her grip

The harder to calm herself down

Try as she may

She feels peace may never be found


Her mind fades to chartreuse as she sets her sights on scheming

Making deals at every angle, no more belief in pure believing

The urge to find a trapdoor somewhere down below, the thought is teeming

In a haggling heart

The more often she deals

The obscurer her situation becomes

Try as she may

She feels she may never just be done


She feels so periwinkle trudging through her own self-galling

Who could not feel her sorrow hanging low amidst the fallen?

Once again she thought her choices, chose a path that held her calling

But déjà vu was inevitable, meant to be ever susceptible

To a boomerang heart

The farther she throws

The harder the blow is upon return

Try as she may

She feels she may never learn


A wispy trail of silver glows so gently in her smile

She has let go of bargaining, anger, depression and denial

Peace that passes understanding, thoughts that glide to versatile

And though it’s bittersweet, she is feeling so complete

With a pacific heart

The longer at ease

The sweeter the smell of life’s lilies

And try she did

She has now set herself free


8 responses to “5 Stages

  1. bipolarmuse says:

    I really enjoyed this and the stages was a great idea.
    Sometimes poetry changes directions from our original plans, but that makes it beautiful. 🙂

  2. 90dphillips says:

    This is good, and I also find myself with an end product different than my original plans more often than not.

  3. Kathy says:

    Wonderful! I love how you did this. There are so many stages we go through in this messy business called living.

  4. granbee says:

    Very, very beautiful. Somehow, I wish this could be presented with flowers/nature paintings to match each of the fivestages and presented to every mourning widow and mother and grandmother and aunt and cousin and female friend everywhere, everytime.

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