Gemma 46

This poem is a PANTOUM.  It is a very specific type of format, and something of a challenge. However, I enjoy challenges, and decided to give the format a try!

 

GEMMA 46

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It’s difficult to know what’s really mine,

The hands, the hair, all carbons of another,

A double helix split to redefine

The child, a twin to her own mother.

 

The hands, the hair, all carbons of another,

Not one detail missed in fabrication –

The child, a twin to her own mother,

A hostage to eternal obligation.

 

Not one detail missed in fabrication,

But for every moment I draw breath

A hostage to eternal obligation,

A mirror never meant to reflect death.

 

But for every moment I draw breath

I’m something more than you and less than whole,

A mirror never meant to reflect death –

The destiny of every mortal soul.

 

I’m something more than you and less than whole,

A double helix split to redefine

The destiny of every mortal soul –

It’s difficult to know what’s really mine.