RENEWAL
A life entwined in pains that are long past
A hugging terror grips my clouded mind
Thinning clouds hint this fiction will not last
Afraid to speak my eyes avoid the mast
Where captain of my ship yells life is kind
A life entwined in pains that are long past
My frightened heart beats hard and much too fast
Always I feel like I’m so far behind
Thinning clouds hint this fiction will not last
Why does the part inside feel so miscast?
My role in life will it I ever find?
A life entwined in pains that are long past
I wake up from a dream and am aghast
Your heart’s locked in a drawer a deaf girl signed
Thinning clouds hint this fiction will not last
Open the drawer for risk I am now tasked
It’s time, I say, my life is not defined
A life entwined in pains that are long past
Thinning clouds hint this fiction will not last
A POEM OF LOVING FOR GOOD FRIENDS
A friendship bound by laughter and by fate
With histories that time’s heart always cheers
For Loue, Emma, Georgie and Miss Kate
Through incidents that could have fostered hate
Forgiving hearts were bound by many years
A friendship bound by laughter and by fate
Births and deaths all wandered through the gate
Familial bonds were sealed by flowing tears
For Loue, Emma, Georgie and Miss Kate
They traveled far and not each found a mate
Loneliness through connections disappears
A friendship bound by laughter and by fate
Old secrets lurk beneath and sometimes bate
And pain and anger’s head it sometimes rears
For Loue, Emma, Georgie and Miss Kate
When old friends will show up with wine so late
The pain and anger fades along with fears
A friendship bound by laughter and by fate
For Loue, Emma, Georgie and Miss Kate
I actually like the constraints of certain poetry forms. They make me focus, and by narrowing my choices, I often make better ones. (And thanks for the compliment!) ;)
ReplyDeleteI especially like the poem about our Troy Hill girls. Their friendship has indeed stood the test of time and given them a lifetime bond. This is a lovely way to memorialize our fictional quartet and their dedication to each other.
ReplyDeleteVery excited that you used the villanelle form for both these poems. Like Susie says, it demands constraints that really force the writer to find the core of the poem. Both of these poems, one in which the speaker searches the past for an illusive identity, and one that celebrates a friendship are perfect for the villanelle form. You've made me want to go back to it and try it myself. Thanks.
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