#villanelle

a poem about

A villanelle about British isolationaism

There is nothing like throwing you in at the deep end with the intensity of the tightly structured Villanelle. This type of poem is designed to be a shin kicking, intense statement of thought. With its

source "Feeling Lost"   Happiness seems so far away My heart is feeling lost Hoping hope would stay... Destiny just loves to play Playing tricks without cause Happiness seems so far away From

I beg you to leave me be As your hands go where they please But you still continue to invade me My wrists burn as I struggle to break free But you hold me down with ease I beg you to leave me be Do my

We waste time, spend time, fill and pass the time We’re trapped in all its waves and ebbs and flows – We’re caught up in its rhythms and its rhyme. We treat time like it doesn’t cost a dime When we’re

A Moment in Life Twice Lost to Time The Swiss watch is my paradigm Residing now ‘neath Tampa Bay A moment in life twice lost to time The gift, from a wall of ice to climb In Luxembourg where I did stay

Surrender to the fire's pure embrace. The only hearts that dare survive the grave Burn bright before that icy mountain face. A few had turned to stone in their disgrace. In cold and rusted halls they went