untitled villanelle (20170622)

move along, there’s nothing here to see
broken bits like discarded crystal spheres
you should know i don’t care if you agree

my workings loosen, all at once set free
while you tell me, beg me, to persevere
move along, there’s nothing here to see

i’m no clock to wind with a secret key
much more like a badly hung chandelier
you should know i don’t care if you agree

the chain creaks and strains–then just debris
against the curling, faded veneer
move along, there’s nothing here to see

time reduces to rust these moons in apogee
an irritating hum of the inner ear
you should know i don’t care if you agree

i’ve had much practice as an absentee
all too soon this sorry shade’ll disappear
move along, there’s nothing here to see
you should know i don’t care if you agree

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for
dVerse ~ Poets Pub
MTB–How to Write a Villanelle

Poem 20150503

there is something inside me that wants to play
i won’t refuse its voice or lower its height
break the chains of doubt and save the day

when i see you in the morning at the start of my day
and you flash a smile that shines so bright
there is something inside me that wants to play

when i’ve run out of words or have nothing to say
your heart sings to mine and they take flight
break the chains of doubt and save the day

when your clothes and hair are in disarray
even when you’re spoiling for a fight
there is something inside me that wants to play

when the color from the world has all run away
the color in your eyes give me new sight
break the chains of doubt and save the day

if this life is a game, then i must say
your heart is the prize; i won’t say good night
there is something inside me that wants to play
break the chains of doubt and save the day

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Huh. Not too bad. I guess I could try to work on the meter.

O fixed-form poetry
You vex me
You vex me