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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

Winter’s Jewels

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Ice diamonds drip as

the thin fingers of winter

skate into the spring.

Winter’s Wrath

Icy fingernails dip into the stream of life and diamonds emerge.

Icy fingernails
dip into the stream of life
and diamonds emerge.

Winter’s Irony

Feathers in weather paint themselves upon the trees; Life imitates art. They fly in the sky, graceful, gliding where they please. Art imitates life.

Feathers in weather
paint themselves upon the trees;
life imitates art.
They fly in the sky,
graceful, gliding where they please;
art imitates life.

In Winter’s Arms

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Sprinkle of softness

upon the arms of winter’s love,

soon to drift away

It Ain’t Over Yet!

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Thinking it’s spring time,

they emerge from winter’s nap

to find they were tricked.

Frost

Whisper in the air

Freezing a moment in time

Etched until sunrise

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