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The Seductress

(A Villanelle Poem, formula at end of poem)

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A tempest temptress waltzes in her virginal lace

Depending on the song of wind to direct her dance

As she flings her bridal ribbons across her face

 

She slopes and swirls dimensions of time and space

Tossing her cold, polished pearls of promised romance

A tempest temptress waltzes in her virginal lace

 

Men drop to their knees as others begin to chase

An enigma, this illusion of love; freedom’s chance

As she flings her bridal ribbons across her face

 

Booted feet at the hem of her gown, they race

Into a cloud of life’s indifferent circumstance

A tempest temptress waltzes in her virginal lace

 

A mere man could never keep an even pace

Of a wintry weather woman’s random rants

As she flings her bridal ribbons across her face

 

A gypsy travels on leaving only an icy trace

With a smile and a wink and a bit of a prance

A tempest temptress waltzes in her virginal lace

As she flings her bridal ribbons across her face

 

Villanelle:

It is nineteen lines total consisting of five triples and a final quatrain

Poem with six stanzas

The first five stanzas consist of three lines, the final of four

All a’s rhyme and all b’s rhyme with the repetition of lines A1 and A2

 

Formula:

A1

B

A2

 

 

a

b

A1

 

a

b

A2

 

a

b

A1

 

a

b

A2

 

a

b

A1

A2

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The Whisperer

This is a villanelle poem written to the prompt “a shadow” for KPC writer’s group

I’ve never grown into the strong woman I want to be
I do not know this person who whispers deep inside
I’ve been diligently hiding behind the shadow of me

I have lived my life in chains refusing chances to flee
I bask in the light of security provided by false pride
I’ve never grown into the strong woman I want to be

I am a padlocked door, without the means of a key
The rivers running within me have long since died
I’ve been diligently hiding behind the shadow of me

I’ve pleaded to my God, clasped hands upon my knee
I’ve born an ancient nameless sea of tears I’ve cried
I’ve never grown into the strong woman I want to be

I do not know this whisperer. For my eyes fail to see
This is what I tell myself when really I have not tried
I’ve been diligently hiding behind the shadow of me

I dream that this whisperer will one day set me free
to show me the way to live as if I have never died
I’ve never grown into the strong woman I want to be
I’ve been diligently hiding behind the shadow of me

Spiritual Unrest

It was an inner itching, a yearning, an uneasiness,
this emptiness inside me that ached and roared.
I did not know I was in a state of spiritual unrest.

The gnawing told me I needed to begin a quest.
I was clueless. I was dead. I was totally floored.
It was an inner itching, a yearning, an uneasiness.

I was hopeless, and confused, a total mess
as my head and heart argued, emotions poured.
I did not know I was in a state of spiritual unrest.

Within this turmoil, I knew I’d never find rest,
so I started with all the questions I had ignored.
It was an inner itching, a yearning, an uneasiness.

This thing I was missing I had never guessed.
I had simply surmised that my soul was bored.
I did not know I was in a state of spiritual unrest.

With inner peace and freedom I’ve been blessed
as my life, love, hope and grace have all soared.
It was an inner itching, a yearning, an uneasiness;
I did not know I was in a state of spiritual unrest.

Complacency

You trudge the long way home instead
The ball of fire slips from the resting sky
Dusk settles on the earthen path ahead

Shadows stretch and pause in your head
As you refuse to succumb to another lie
You trudge the long way home instead

The world is motionless, as if it’s dead
The quiet of night almost makes you cry
Dusk settles on the earthen path ahead

You think of the words that were not said
Had they been, you’d have had no reply
You trudge the long way home instead

No need to question this life you’ve led
And nothing changes by asking why
Dusk settles on the earthen path ahead

So you eat yet another story you are fed
You are satiated; you let out a tiny sigh
You trudge the long way home instead
Dusk settles on the earthen path ahead

Looking Back


I trampled the rubble of memory, stone by stone
Pulled gems from earth and blew off ancient dust
And still I found nothing more I could have known

I dove into self, into blood and marrow of bone
I paddled the calm and surfed the waves of trust
I trampled the rubble of memory, stone by stone

Realizing it was my task to approach this alone
I covered every corner, touched all I felt I must
And still I found nothing more I could have known

Through time and reflection, grace has grown,
polishing and replacing pieces touched by rust
I trampled the rubble of memory, stone by stone

For every mistake and sin for which I have atoned
From the depths of soul another bit was thrust
And still I found nothing more I could have known

Layer by layer, my quilt of life has been sewn
Though not every stitch of each life seam is just
I trampled the rubble of memory, stone by stone
And still I found nothing more I could have known

***This is my first attempt at a Villanelle Poem
Villanelle:
It is nineteen lines total consisting of five triples and a final quatrain
Poem with six stanzas
The first five stanzas consist of three lines, the final of four
All a’s rhyme and all b’s rhyme with the repetition of lines A1 and A2

Formula:
A1
B
A2

a
b
A1

a
b
A2

a
b
A1

a
b
A2

a
b
A1
A2

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