Archive for the ‘villanelle’ Category
week 600 ~ things you miss but you never
things you miss but you never
thought alot about before
lost hope it’s not forever
hugs handshakes or the corner
coffee-and-ice-cream-cone store
things you miss but you never
went without old friends’ laughter
through a wide-open back door
lost hope it’s not forever
isolation seems to blur
visions of what’s at the core
things you miss but you never
thought would disappear sever
ties meet on zoom sweep the floor
lost hope it’s not forever
though sadness pulls you under
be proud you didn’t ignore
things you miss but you never
lost hope it’s not forever
week 579 ~ wanting to stop time
wanting to stop time
suspend the future
like a nursery rhyme
or scene of a crime
a misplaced suture
wanting to stop time
or at least to climb
out of false nurture
like a nursery rhyme
walking a thin line
trying to endure
wanting to stop time
promising sublime
results rendered pure
like a nursery rhyme
through encroaching grime
though there’s no real cure
wanting to stop time
like a nursery rhyme
week 576 ~ take me to the sea
take me to the sea
slowly unwind there
just let what is be
shake old cobwebs free
embrace the salt air
take me to the sea
running on empty
in need of repair
just let what is be
breathe in out slowly
bypass deeds unfair
take me to the sea
through closed eyes you’ll see
peace hovers don’t stare
just let what is be
drift off destiny
be damned done with care
take me to the sea
just let what is be
week 531 ~ the path leads onward
the path leads onward
should I go or stay
my questions unheard
craving a wise word
I pause here today
the path leads onward
without me deterred
by unseen ghosts play
my questions unheard
success still deferred
caught up in the fray
the path leads onward
cut me loose you heard
me I’ll have my say
my questions unheard
like knives press inward
break free on my way
the path leads onward
my questions unheard
week 515 ~ sometimes easy wins
sometimes easy wins
not overthinking
as a smile begins
overlooking sins
one eye is winking
sometimes easy wins
the roulette wheel spins
if you’re not sinking
as a smile begins
ignore might-have-beens
dreams are lost blinking
sometimes easy wins
end up in dustbins
time’s always shrinking
as a smile begins
avoid luck’s tail-spins
raise glasses clinking
sometimes easy wins
as a smile begins
week 489 ~ there was a moment
there was a moment
for restitution
but it came and went
before time present
lives set in motion
there was a moment
one magnificent
manifestation
but it came and went
mixed messages sent
amidst confusion
there was a moment
I couldn’t prevent
hardly worth mention
but it came and went
and now I resent
the dream’s implosion
there was a moment
but it came and went
week 487 ~ an incantation for spring
an incantation for spring
wait in anticipation
‘til winter banished birds sing
teeter on faith desiring
days of warmth blue skies and sun
an incantation for spring
weeks turn to months lingering
cold distracts all hopes undone
‘til winter banished birds sing
songs that catch our ear ending
snow’s silent insulation
an incantation for spring
holding on ready to fling
windows wide still frustration
‘til winter banished birds sing
we see them in our dreams wing
their way north our fixation
an incantation for spring
‘til winter banished birds sing
week 485 ~ winter drags its chilly fingers
winter drags its chilly fingers
‘cross the map of light returning
isolation darkness lingers
here no feathered warbling singers
disturb landscapes stark with yearning
winter drags its chilly fingers
rays in hand the sun would fling hers
out to free the frozen burning
isolation darkness lingers
poisoned ice thorns fatal stingers
pierce the heart of warmth unswerving
winter drags its chilly fingers
dreaming of change anything spurs
illogical hopes of spurning
isolation darkness lingers
our pleas in vain springtime defers
patience a lesson we’re learning
winter drags its chilly fingers
isolation darkness lingers
week 466 ~ when the world sounds like music
when the world sounds like music
take a deep breath then join in
no matter what song you pick
you’re alone stuck in traffic
driving home from where you’ve been
when the world sounds like music
savor the moment things click
it’s one time you’ll always win
no matter what song you pick
happiness has no yardstick
no set place it should begin
when the world sounds like music
it passes you must be quick
to actuate your break-in
no matter what song you pick
you know you’ll land in the thick
of a landscape wide open
when the world sounds like music
no matter what song you pick
week 461 ~ there is no clear path ahead
there is no clear path ahead
just closed doors open windows
could we but see where truth led
nothing carved in stone instead
hasty cyphers scrawled it shows
there is no clear path ahead
and where could reason have fled
critics strike a somber pose
could we but see where truth led
the future arrives with dread
hanging on lost in the throes
there is no clear path ahead
I trip lose hold of the thread
facts shift dreams superimpose
could we but see where truth led
now lies so easily spread
make order hard to impose
there is no clear path ahead
could we but see where truth led