Villanelle – Corona

It’s getting scary out there And no-one seems ready Will we hoard or will we share There were warnings we should beware But most felt they could stand steady Even though it’s getting scary out there When is it too late to care When is the load to lift too heavy And will we hoard... Continue Reading →

Villanelle – Writing In Hell

I remember writing that villanelle Walking blind through a well lit room For I was stuck in my personal Hell Trying hard to make sure no-one could tell That the face I wore was a costume Yes, I remember writing that villanelle How long has it been since I was well? My stone left still,... Continue Reading →

Villanelle – Man & Wife

He travels through life On one big adventure Joined by his future wife He worries not of life For of nothing can he be sure As he travels through life Full of great advice And always happy to share As is his future wife No one is as nice As this effortless pair As they... Continue Reading →

Villanelle – Drinking Coffee

I like drinking coffee when I’m writing Not that it necessarily helps me think That caffeine kick feels much like fighting But when I wake weary it is exciting To pour that first full-roasted drink I like drinking coffee when I’m writing As the aroma ascends it is inviting Puling those who sleep towards the... Continue Reading →

Villanelle: A Slave to Pain

The days go on each day is longer Does nature change or stay the same On an endless path I slowly wander Though it should make me stronger I have become a slave to pain The days go on each day is longer Lost once more I turn a corner Searching for answers instead of... Continue Reading →

Villanelle – Pause

When did you last press pause? Did you get the reprieve you required? Did you overcome your flaws? Escaping from enormous jaws Of demons made of fire When did you last press pause Did you feel you had just cause Or did you just feel you were tired? Did you overcome your flaws? No one... Continue Reading →

Villanelle: Burning Bridges

May the bridges I have burned light the way My sorrow burning brightly like the sun May the sky of night turn into day May the lovers I have spurned walk away Carefully crossing chasms over which I run May the bridges I have burned light the way May the people I have crossed hear... Continue Reading →

Villanelle: Holding a Child

Does the fear of holding a child reside in others as it does myself Resisting responsibility to provide protection An unread book gathering dust on a shelf   To never father a child is like an unspent wealth Yet I am not ready to provide beyond my preservation Does the fear of holding a child... Continue Reading →

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