The Moaning Of My Heart
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I laid my heart upon your grave
That winter day when trees were bare;
Their withered leaves fell down to brave
The chill of winter death and share
With you the frozen ground and air.
Cold tears of rain helped to impart
The gloom, as prayer some comfort gave…
But oh, the moaning of my heart.
I plucked a crimson rose that lay
Upon your grave as rain fell down
And joined my tears that solemn day.
I held it to my heart to drown
My hurt, then slowly turned around
To numbly make my way to part
And join with loved ones home to pray…
But oh, the moaning of my heart.
Then April came on quiet feet
To wake the trees with budding bloom.
Thawed ground gave birth, in Springtime heat,
To grass, that hid the ashen gloom.
Now stung to life by Springtime’s womb,
The golden youth of Earth gives start
To find new hope, new season greet…
But oh, the moaning of my heart.
I stand in shadow of death's sting;
Oh Dad, why did you have to part?
Help me to heal with reborn Spring…
But, oh, the moaning of my heart.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: 2019 Marathon Mile 6
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Judged: 12/30/2018
~1st Place~
Contest: Any Sad Poem
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Judged: 12/23/2015
~2nd Place~
Contest: Not Your Average Ballade
Sponsor: Catie Lindsey
Judged: 05/09/2015
Not Your Average Ballade:
The change I made is that I did not carry the recurring rhyme throughout. Each Stanza has its own rhyme. However, the third to the last line of each stanza rhymes with the refrain. ababbcac dedeecdc fgfggcfc gcgc
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015
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