I struggled with this form at first. My mind felt pinned down in places by the rules; forced to color within the lines. Phrases that flowed beautifully in my head were truncated by limitations set by the requirements. I tripped over the fundamentals at first, rushing to create. But as I worked, I came to appreciate the challenge of expressing myself within the structure of the Villanelle.
I created two poems for February, each very different. Hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them
Emily
The Universe laughed and sent to me
A gift of wonder beyond compare
My daughter, my joy, my Emily
She entered this world so noisily
Bawling and red, big head sans hair
The Universe laughed and sent to me
Blue eyes, blond mane, a soul so free
IQ galore, a lion’s roar, compassion so rare
My child, my love, my Emily
Together we dreamed of what she might be
But life as we know, is often unfair
The Universe cringed and sent to she
A cancer that came so cunningly
Undaunted by chemo, guts or prayer
It cut down my child, my Emily
Her life’s message for you and for me?
“Love life as a gift
and never despair”
The Universe cried and took from me
My precious child, my Emily
hibernation?
hibernation?
metabolic stall
suspended
animation
aestivation?
what mollusks call
hibernation
brumation?
what reptiles
call
suspended
animation
beware of
desiccation!
dryness will
forestall
hibernation
hivernation?
le mot en français, after all
suspendu animation
respite from creation
life slows to a crawl
hibernation?
suspended animation
suspendu animation
respite from creation
life slows to a crawl
hibernation?
suspended animation
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