Mockingbird Stevenson Poet Prose

A Cancer Quietus - Contest

I lie here still and cold.
My eyes grey and fathomless,
My cancer- stricken body.
Awaiting the quietus of my final nap.

A sleep that will last an eternity,
Filled with a tiresome, repetitious rhapsody.
My story forever untold, 
The delinquency of my fable

Written 21-03-2018

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James Peranteau May 13, 2020 at 10:00 AM touching write! i feel the passion here dear poet...i love the terse writerz...if i can't say it in one spit, i don't say..unless i need to puke, lol, just teasing....much love, james

David Waldrop June 9, 2018 at 4:27 AM The poem of your heart truly flows in passion.

Constance La France April 3, 2018 at 3:34 PM Mockingbird, congratulations on your win in my contest with this emotional write . .

Heidi Sands April 1, 2018 at 9:32 AM Congratulations for your win. Well done! :)

Susan Ashley March 25, 2018 at 7:19 PM Wow! Mockingbird, this is a poem that compels me to linger and take my time to absorb and savor the multi-dimensional sphere of emotions created by your sadly beautiful write.. just breathtaking! Thank you for stopping by my page.. Warmest wishes. ~Susan Susan Ashley March 26, 2018 at 9:06 PM Thank you, Mockingbird, for the invitation to join your journey.. Your poem is so smooth, emotional and intimate that I didn't even realize that there was a required word list, for the contest, till I saw it earlier. This 'WOWS' me even more! :) Mockingbird Stevenson March 26, 2018 at 4:52 AM Thankyou Susan. I am excited to read your poems after the wonderful concoction of words you chose to provide me feedback - please feel free to help me on my learning journey with constructive criticism on my other writes

Caren Krutsinger March 25, 2018 at 6:29 PM A somber poem that explains the stark, gray, tiresomeness of a dreaded disease. The first two lines were so written that I was surprised to find any life left in line 3. Too telling, but genuine and pure. I applaud this poem. Mockingbird Stevenson March 26, 2018 at 4:49 AM Thankyou Caren, I really appreciate the feedback. Would love your thoughts / constructive criticism on any others I have wrote as I am particularly new to poetry

Silent One March 25, 2018 at 10:00 AM Deep and emotive, as a cancer survivor, I can relate to the state of not being able to do anything.. I know so many who lost the fight though, makes me very sad... Mockingbird Stevenson March 25, 2018 at 4:32 PM Very sad indeed! But, Glad to hear you kicked cancers butt! Xx

Richard Evans March 25, 2018 at 8:01 AM I hope and pray the miracle of a cancer cure is near. Lovely poem. Mockingbird Stevenson March 25, 2018 at 8:14 AM We share that prayer - Thankyou for taking the time to give a read. I am relatively new to poetry so appreciate your comments

Sara Kendrick March 23, 2018 at 5:46 PM Creative work. Sad that cancer still plagues mankind and animals. Thanks for the visit to my page. I appreciate the time spent there. Sara Mockingbird Stevenson March 25, 2018 at 7:41 AM Thanks Sara. I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment. Big smiles, H

Line Gauthier March 20, 2018 at 7:53 PM Beautiful poem, Mockingbird, but I hear it's not that quiet in the after life. Line xx Mockingbird Stevenson March 21, 2018 at 7:53 PM Thankyou Line!