Ouch. Too real for me today. I was homeless years ago and Montana has a high vet population struggling with personal issues. This literally could be today's headlines here.
My comment is based on professional editing points. It is meant to be honest, encouraging, and respectful in accordance with WDC guidelines.
THE POEM
The poem is a nice tribute to a military mother.
WHAT I LIKED
I can totally relate to this poem having served in the military myself. There are often times one worries and finds things to pass the time, but their loved one is never far from their hearts.
STRUCTURE
This is a villanelle. A villanelle is a highly structured poem with 5 tercets and ends with a quatrain. There are 2 repeating rythmes and 2 repeating refrains. The poem followed the structure. I thought the repeating refrains were very respectful and reverent. There's a nice rythme and flow when spoken outloud.
MECHANICS
I did not spot any spelling/punctuation mistakes. Good use of WDC ML to increase font and make easier to read on the website.
DESCRIPTIONS
I liked: With steadfast devotion, she prays to relieve the anxiety" The description draws up a visual of a mother, prayerful, with a holy book, or a passage, heart on their sleeve, looking to find peace. It's a great description and taps into somber emotion well.
PARTING THOUGHTS/SUGGESTIONS
The opening engages the reader. The title is a nice fit for the poem. Good luck in the Bard's Hall Contest.
My uncle Henry's appetite for life
made him want to sample its cuisine
through periods of happiness and strife.
He decided to become a Marine.
Wanting to sample life's cuisine,
he disregarded latent powder keg
and decided to become a Marine,
came back from Iraq with only one leg.
After disregarding latent powder keg,
he always kept a smile across his face,
even though he had only one leg,
conducted himself with amazing grace.
He always had a smile across his face,
despite the handicap of injuries,
conducted himself with amazing grace
and disclosed a few courage recipes.
Despite the handicap of injuries,
he demonstrated convalescent flair
and disclosed a few courage recipes,
learned to play basketball in a wheelchair.
He demonstrated convalescent flair
through periods of happiness and strife,
learned to pley basketball in a wheelchair--
my uncle Henry's appetite for life.
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