A Variant of a SESTINA poem:

Little Child Lost.

 

Lies lost my melancholy, lonely child;

lost with her Fairies in fantasy dreams,

to wake with nightmares reality.

 

Child lies, lonely, lost, melancholy – my

richest treasure sleeps soundly in her nest;

she’s my life, my world, my only success.

 

My child, Melancholy, lies lost, lonely

she cries for comforting, yearning for love;

for Mother’s love and touch, she understood.

 

Lonely my lost child lies, melancholy –

if only my mistakes could be erased,

transform these stormy skies to brighter days.

 

Melancholy, lonely lies my child – lost

In crowded Mansion, in silent chaos

With no hope, no love, no future for us.

 

 

Lost, melancholy, lonely child – my lies

that divided me from my family;

that created this misery within.

 

Precious Angel, little child lost by lies,

Cruel lies divided us, my lovely child –

Mother mourns her LITTLE CHILD LOST…..

 

 

                                                                                                                          written by

                                                                                                                            Phillip Kelly

                                                                                                                               08/05/2012