Friday, January 8, 2016


maybe when someone dies
a new black hole opens
in the universe
a place where the soul
can find respite in its great journey forward
beyond our understanding
out of sight of our grief
leaving behind the sounds of our sorrow

but what of our private tears
the sorrow  we do not share
at an afternoon vigil
or at a grave site
as we mourn strangers
as those we knew
what of the sobs no one hears
who can fathom their meaning

does a black hole open
to accept those too

Barry DeCarli
January 27, 2012
On Hammond Pond

Copyright 2012 Barry DeCarli


  1. Mourning is a beautiful poem. Delighted to have found it.

  2. Thank you, so much, Geraldine. I purchased a copy of 'An Urgency of Stars' and am reading it now...