My darling, why did you goto a place so dark?I truly need to know. Empty clangs, doves moan,heels click, soul marked.My darling, why did you go? Night screams, blood flowsyet no answer, my sanity infarct.I fervently need to know incantation to transposefrom ghoul back to art.My darling, why did you go? Numbers terrify, a village…
Category: villanelle
TSM 169 — Sun on my face
When the sun warms my face,when the wind blows my hair,I can feel grey erase. A direct shot of grace,it reads like a prayerwhen the sun warms my face. Benediction in raysto disperse earthly cares,I can feel grey erase. I forget my mistakes,cast my doubts to the airwhen the sun warms my face. Content thoughts…
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #138 — Intrepid We Go Forth
“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women are players. They have their entries and exits” — Shakespeare. Who we are is learned behavior. Reinforced by repetition Institutions’ sour savor Us v. Them a favored flavor Cooked by gluttons’ craved ambition Who we are is learned behavior. Taints our sense like…
dVerse — villanelle — Green Disease
We should control our avarice It matters not if kith nor kin It makes our souls cadaverous Our urge to win is sick, scabrous, Where matricide isn’t a sin We can’t control our avarice Our Mother’s become cancerous We can’t tell her bone from her skin It makes our souls cadaverous Our eyes gulp down…
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #117 — Was that really me? and dVerse soliloquy
Truth or just a dream? Passing in the night Was that really me? Things not as they seem Shifts twixt mad and fright Truth or just a dream? Altruism; schemed Followed dark and light Was that really me? Chaos taffy sweet Peace a drifting kite Truth or just a dream? Trust and love don’t meet…
dVerse — Christmas Mourn
Bells, loud echoes of the day Hearts stood still and teeth did knash Gone now, never gone away Ripple in from yesterday Rest you now, returned to ash Bells, loud echoes of the day Children in the snow, at play Miss one, now in frozen grass Gone now, never gone away Cap and mittens still…
OctPoWriMo2019 Day 19 — purple — Soul Paths
Soul Paths Paths oft seem traveled as they choose May lead to deep eddies, black flows Question rise, whom shall I accuse? Purpled reigns of soul’s blue monsoon Sunlight dims as bruised darkness grows Paths oft seem traveled as they choose Narcissist’s gaze in mirrored pools Can’t tease real from misted shadows Question begs,…
