Cry of Demise
While gray waters of June moan…one last time
Near the dimming edge of our isle, offshore--
How so many stars tremble quite sublime
For this clutch of demise gushes its pour.
Near the dimming edge of our isle, offshore
I summon the fighter in me… Wake wake!
For this clutch of demise gushes its pour-
To ignite weakened hope ‘s flame, and not quake.
I summon the fighter in me … Wake wake!
As courage prevails nudging my bruised soul…
To ignite weakened hope’s flame , and not quake,
Entombing young brother… dug in the knoll.
As courage prevails, nudging my bruised soul,
The deepened cry of goodbye washes the day
Entombing young brother… dug in the knoll,l
Till chapel bells peal on, quite far away.
The deepened cry of goodbye washes the day...
How so many stars tremble quite sublime
Till chapel bells peal on, quite far away--
While gray waters of June moan…one last time.
Kim Rodrigues' Contest : Write Me A Pantoum
10/16/2017
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2017
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