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Alexandrine
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You see me at my birth,
Like a fresh flesh dumbbell;
Sing lullabies with mirth,
As silent as mumble;
Ease me, in quilt of care, lest I fall and crumble...
You fix your eyes on me,
At my sleep dream and wake;
Tingles and smiles in me,
You make like fancies fake;
My psycho-physical soul-soothing solace sake...
My childhood you take care,
Like hens to their chicks do;
Adulthood with joys fair,
Like petals and blooms, glue;
Crystal-like, my thought and words, you make glassy true...
When I face test of death,
When God calls me home back;
My body with no breath,
Lies like a torn rag sack;
You pave, for my journey, a peace-filled divine track...
May my moments, betwixt,
Beams of hope, Angel dear!
May my mind and heart fixed,
On God the polestar rear;
Thus, may my grave, heavenly womb-like comfort bear...!
12 December 2021
''A'' Forms, New Poems, 10 or more lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
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Alexandrine
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My life faced tormenting time with future at stake,
writhed in the crushing clutch of stifling suffering,
my bequeathed heart splintered and bled in yearning ache,
no soothing arms I found reach out to me to cling.
In rough sea my boat sank in storm of agony,
for shelter I tried to swim to shore not in sight,
the inner voice told me to get detached and see
the rays of hope like the sun after the dark night.
From my heart a butterfly flew on latticed wings,
in rippling air it flittered on trail of sun ray
to the vale of rose blooming with sparkle of spring
under azure sky opening from gloom of grey.
I sensed sublime serenity suffuse my core,
my soul opened divine petals in deep abyss,
tranquility like summer rain began to pour
in my calm mind with surreal shower of bliss.
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December 11, 2021
Syllable count checked on HMS
Contest :"A" Forms, New Poems
Sponsor : Constance La France
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