Momma, am I alive?” “As steady rain.”
“Why can’t I find me, why feel I so numb?”
“Fresh as ripened grapes and Autumn’s wild grain.”
“Will I e’er be whole, or to fate succumb?”
“You ask what all have asked in our own tombs:
Sweet grapes crushed for wine, wild grain ground for bread,
Rain to quench the thirst of parched souls that tread.
Child, more alive than men who think they’re stars,
When a rose drops petals, its fragrance spreads.
Child, we feel all of you, so yes, you are!”
I link this to dversepoetspub.com . It is a Dizain. A 10 line poem with 10 syllables each, the last 5 lines mirroring or replying to the first 5. Rhyme scheme ababbccdcd. This is my first attempt.
Asking for honest critique as this is for a 19 year old girl in my church who was struck by a vehicle last week and is in a coma with broken bones and some brain damage. A young, beautiful, brilliant young lady who just finished her first year at Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University in Florida.
Her family is asking that people stop at 9:00 pm each night to pray for her and all involved. She has loving parents and 2 sisters.