I have written this poem in response to W3 prompt #47 at skepticskaddish.com, hosted by poet of the week, Punam Sharma. The guidelines are to write a Pantoum on the theme of abandonment. Additional information about a Pantoum and the prompt can be found here. Hope I got it right!
Where you and I walk hand in hand; The circumambient energy shifts; Mystical aura exudes from land; The universal vibration lifts.
The circumambient energy shifts; As you release your final breath; The universal vibration lifts; In realization of your death.
As you release your final breath; I emit a guttural moan; In realization of your death; I find I am all alone.
I emit a guttural moan; For you’ve abandoned me; I find I am all alone; You’re in a place of mystery.
For you’ve abandoned me; In my years of old; You’re in a place of mystery; And I’ll join you soon, I’m told.
In my years of old; Mystical aura exudes from land; And I’ll join you soon, I’m told; Where you and I walk hand in hand.
You are meant to wipe away the tears; Stifle the runny nose; Yet, just thinking of you results in violent sobs. When I hold you in my hands; Your cottony softness reminds me of all that I hold dear; Your delicate embroidery threatening to unravel; Represents all that I have lost. I have treated you unkindly; Tossing you aside in favor of a mere tissue. I shall stand firm; Recommitting myself to all that you have to offer; As you have been there for me through all of my days; And, I shall never again allow my nose to touch another.
What mystery lies beneath the palm frond; and, in the gnarly branches of the tree? I look upon them with expectation; as surely a secret will reveal itself. For the emotion stirred by a simple glimpse, must have deep significance. Can I capture it in a photograph? It appears not. I must just accept the mystery for what it is; relishing my connection with the trees.