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A Prayer Sacrificed

There, upon the altar of her essence,
     All remnants of her world, now torn apart,
          A prayer giv'n up to cancer and its lessons ...
               The flesh and passion torn from 'round her heart.

All remnants of her world, now torn apart,
     Thus given to her illness, in extremes ...
          The flesh and passion torn from 'round her heart,
               So drowned the embers of her hopes and dreams.

Thus given to her illness, in extremes ...
     Her sinews and vitality, (and mate) ...
          So drowned the embers of her hopes and dreams,
               Her love and prospects, now an empty plate.

Her sinews and vitality, (and mate) ...
     Not nearly all she was, within those clashes -
          Her love and prospects, now an empty plate,
               Life and love would yet rise from the ashes.

Not nearly all she was, within those clashes,
     A prayer giv'n up to cancer and its lessons ...
          Life and love would yet rise from the ashes,
               There, upon the altar ... of her essence.







~ 2nd Place ~  in the "Pantoum" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor.

* For my mom - my brave survivor ... you have shown me what true courage looks like. *
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Kauffman Avatar
February 29, 2020 at 3:49 PM
Congratulations Gregory. And continued prayers for your mother.
Hamilton Avatar
February 27, 2020 at 6:19 PM
I'm not a fan of Pantoum poetry, but...this one is excellent, glad to see you got a win!
Roper Avatar
February 27, 2020 at 2:58 PM
This is wonderful verse , Greg, I am tickled that you used the Rhyme pattern. Congratulations on your awesome win. Hugs Eve
Watt Avatar
February 27, 2020 at 2:46 PM
Beautiful pantoum for your Mother. So touching. Glad I got to read this, made me think of my Mother, RIP. ~ John
Smith Avatar
February 26, 2020 at 10:09 PM
Great use of form Gregory, God bless your Mom...
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