Grass Roots Open Writers


Poetry Form - Villanelle



VILLANELLE


I love to be, when you are here

Whenever we be together

Take me to another where


Wouldst that I could bear

If only, if ever

I love to be, when you are here


I am not really here

My ties to the future I will sever

Take me to another where


Unplaced, unbodied, nowhere near

For me, there is no forever

I love to be when you are here


This is not my time, I fear

I realize there is a never

Take me to another where


This dream will end with many a tear

For the last time, my message I'll deliver

Take me to another where


(c) Robert Brandon




Extinction

(Villanelle)


An animal last of the species means extinction

The whole caboodle eradicated

Do humans ever think of their contribution?


Once a species gone, annihilation

It has gone forever, banjaxed

An animal last of the species means extinction


They cannot be wished back into action

Re-made in wood or stone or reconstituted

Do humans ever think of their contribution?


Animals should live free from human exploitation

They are not an allotment to be cultivated

An animal last of the species means extinction


Animals should have the right for procreation

To breed and enjoy what is generated

Do humans ever think of their contribution?


Insects, fish, birds and mammals are regeneration

In behaviour and habitat none are imitated

An animal last of the species means extinction

Do humans ever think of their contribution?


© Maggie Crouch

 


 

Reflection


Time is blurred, it moves so fast
A child looks through this woman's eyes
I see my future in my past


Now is sharp as shattered glass
Reflects like a serrated knife
Time is blurred, it moves so fast


Lives performed, from task to task
Begin and finish, fail and try
I see my future in my past


Carefully apply the mask
Risk all upon the camera's lie
Time is blurred it moves so fast


Hopes and dreams are unsurpassed
Caught in the scheming flow of night
I see my future in my past


A kept promise, a missed chance
The choice to leave, or stay and fight
Time is blurred, it moves so fast
I see my future in my past


(c) Ashley Jordan

 


 

Just a Trace


The way the sun fell on your face

A dent in the pillow still nestles there

Your sweet perfume, now just a trace.


When we first kissed, in that distant place

I loved you then my heart lay bare

The way the sun fell on your face.


My emotions caught as fine as lace

Fingers entwined in your silky hair

Your sweet perfume, now just a trace.


You came to me in given grace

Ready for our love to share

The way the sun fell on your face.


But your soul, I could not encase

No commitment, would you declare

Your sweet perfume, now just a trace.


The night melted, we held embrace

Glowing; in the morning air

The way the sun fell on your face

Your sweet perfume, now just a trace.

 

(c) Jan Hedger

 


 

A Mother's Grief

(Villanelle)


Who understands a mother's grief?

Weeping through indifferent night

Her child lost in eternal sleep


The answers that she has to seek

And comfort she is yet to find

Who understands a mother's grief?


Questions dripping like a leak

Blinded by what's out of sight

Her child lost in eternal sleep


The lessons that she has to teach

In the shade behind the light

Who understands a mother's grief?


Her love, she feels, is out of reach

To carry on, an endless fight

Her child lost in eternal sleep


Death crept in. a heartless thief

Stole away her joy and pride

Who understands a mother's grief?

Her child lost in eternal sleep


(c) Ashley Jordan



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