Archive for Villanelle

1. STILL HERE • by CDSinex 7 Comments

     I’d park my car right over there and with good friends I’d spend my days. The jobs are gone, but we’re still here. From time to time I come to stare and pluck smiles from memory’s haze. I’d park my car right over there. The building sits in disrepair, and I, alone, watch it [...]

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2. DRIPPING WORDS • by Irena Pasvinter 5 Comments

   While autumn rains advanced in endless herds Engulfing patchy roofs and withered hearts, He wove a villanelle from dripping words. As lightnings slashed the skies with blazing swords, He pulled his lines from depths of trembling guts While autumn rains advanced in endless hordes. Unhindered like the flocks of drifting birds, His thoughts raised high [...]

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3. THE HOUSE ON DEPOT HILL (VILLANELLE) • by CDSinex 5 Comments

     Summer comes with her welcomed warmth, and guests who trade my quiet for a store bought vase, then plunder my garden like swarming pests. Don’t pick the dahlias, a vain request as a year’s hard work is soon laid to waste. Summer comes with her welcomed warmth … and guests. My friends and family [...]

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4. WHITE WINTERS • by Irena Pasvinter 11 Comments

   I used to think that winter should be white, Its icy armor wrapped in snowy coat – The reign of cold in all its freezing might. When moonlit snowflakes glistened in the night And screeched beneath my boots on empty road, Of course I thought that winter should be white. It always came on time [...]

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5. VILLANELLE FOR THOMAS HART BENTON’S TRAIL RIDERS • by Chuck Von Nordheim 1 Comment

   Curve of the Earth, curve of the mind, Unconscious deep as a blue lake, What did Benton’s trail riders find? Through what nature do their hoofs wind? Insistent scene makes mine seem fake. Curve of the Earth, curve of the mind. Is there a hint they follow blind That purple mountain fingers make? What did [...]

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6. I ALWAYS IMAGINED DYING IN A POINTLESS WAR. • by Andy Simmons 4 Comments

   I always imagined dying in a pointless war after I’d knocked up some stupid bitch that worthy eyes do not go looking for. Instead of muddy trenches, it’ll be a brown sore. I scratch my burning stomach to rid the itch. I always imagined dying in a pointless war. Destroyed skin from Apollo’s ray of [...]

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7. THIS MYSTERIOUS GARDEN EARTH • by Martin A. Ramos 6 Comments

   this mysterious garden earth where liars lurk, a silent crew is not the country of my birth no longer this my house of mirth this land i love and thought i knew this mysterious garden earth acting with madness and with stealth where lies are spoken of as truth is not the country of my [...]

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8. THE GRADUAL LOSS OF ME • by Kirsty Stanley 13 Comments

   Today: I slipped away, became a little less. Did anyone notice as I waved them away with a smile on my face? Today: I, slipped away I wrote no words, made no mark. Had I scratched a mark would anyone notice, as I disappeared, went missing in crimson ink? Today: I slipped away, my reflection [...]

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