Mother Love
My personal favourite
She ran; madly she ran,
asking for mustard seeds,
only some, a little,
a handful of mustard seeds
to cure her son.
She ran; madly she ran
from one house to another,
where none had ever died,
asking for mustard seeds,
from a family of immortals.
“She is mad; her endeavor is mad;
it's as futile as that mother squirrel's act,”
onlookers thought; none spoke,
but she ran; madly she ran.
She started at dawn
when dew was glistening,
and bubbles were dancing
to the tune of kerosene lamps.
She ran; madly she ran,
passing the dying buds and roses,
burnt by the scorching sun,
but still she ran; madly she ran.
She ran; madly she ran,
with no food, with no drink,
with disheveled hair, loosened clothes,
while tears of blood were pouring
from her aching, motherly breasts.
She ran; still she ran, madly she ran.
“Sister, your run is mad;
we are mortals but not immortals,”
they said, but she ran; madly she ran.
She ran; faster she ran;
madly she ran,
until the sun died,
the life giver and killer died,
and till houses and trees wore
black veils to mourn for his death,
she ran, madly she ran.
Suddenly, her tears stopped;
she stopped, but with her son —
the lifeless flower,
still in her arms.
2nd place in the following Premiere Contest (judged on Oct. 18, 2021).
Contest: YOUR PERSONAL FAVORITE, NO. 2 Poetry Contest
Contest sponsor: L MILTON HANKINS
A 1st Place in the following contest (judged on May 23, 20210
Originally posted on Jan. 16, 2017
Most Original Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Juliet Ligon
*Honourable Mention* in the following contest (judged on Oct. 25, 2020)
April 9, 2018
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (32)any form any theme Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Brian Strand
*7th Place* in the following contest (judged on Oct. 22, 2020)
April 9, 2018
old poems, FREE VERSE (003) Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
~9th Place~
Premiere Contest: Non-Romantic Love
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Judged: 04/11/2018
April 9, 2018
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