Your Meadow

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Today, I hiked to “your” meadow

A place where you found beauty
A place where you found peace
A place where you could be still

I was greeted by swaying golden flowers  
I was touched by swirling butterfly wings
I was hugged by the summer breeze 

I found the meadow just as it was before…
Your final resting place 

Where you were scattered among the wildflowers
Where you flew with the birds
Where you danced with the butterflies

Still, I had hoped to feel something more

W3 Prompt #162: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Bob, prompts us to write a poem using repetition and incorporating the word “still” at least twice. “This word connects to the poem’s themes of persistence, memory, and the tension between movement and stillness in grief.”

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22 thoughts on “Your Meadow”

  1. Jennifer, your poem beautifully captures grief’s complex reality with such honest vulnerability. The way you weave nature imagery with memory creates something truly moving – those repeated structures feel like gentle prayers. Your metaphors of dancing butterflies and flying birds transform loss into something transcendent. The final line’s raw honesty is particularly powerful; it takes real courage to admit when we don’t find what we’re seeking. This piece will resonate deeply with anyone who’s experienced loss.

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  10. As I was reading through the poem I was contemplating what I might feel and wondering what was holding me back from feeling more. And then you hit that spot too, with the last line. Perhaps it is resignation? Or a sad nostalgia?

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