Elegy is a word I only seem to hear when I’m in despair. It’s a tribute, a eulogy, a mournful testament written or given for someone you loved.
Webster calls it a poem or serious reflection…typically a lament for the dead..lament, Latin for wail or weep.
I’ve been surrounded by loss keeping my heart in a sling hoping it will soon pass.
First Mimi, then a friend’s dear husband who was one of the kindest men I’ve ever known, slipping over the horizon while the rest of us are elegiac, elegy’s cousin dressed in her adjective best.
It’s a requiem for the departed, a woeful wail for the lost with sister words like sorrowful, melancholy, plaintive and grieved.
Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address was an elegy.
It’s meant to comfort and soothe the heartbroken and forlorn left behind.
It doesn’t necessarily have to be in words either. Think of a bagpiper mewling, expressing what one’s mourners cannot.