Acheron's Turn

A sort of villanelle

I climb the willow’s thoughts; they start to grow

Some roots along the stream within the night.

Could We turn off the present as We flow?

 

Wide open lids facing this mind I row;

Have I hidden in dreams my anchor light?

I climb the willow’s thoughts; they start to grow.

 

See the signs on the road We used to know,

‘Cause if ourselves redeem, We must rewrite;

Shall We turn off the memoirs as We flow?

 

Stitching liquid threads from head to toe,

A voice claims within steam, my soul is bright!

I climb the willow’s thoughts, but do they grow?

 

Blue arrows get their targets, fancy woe

You left no smoking gleam under my sight.

We forget the past, even though We flow.

 

I have crawled back from Hades to dive slow;

If I had found the scheme, why then with fright

We climbed the willow’s thoughts? Yet, We out grow,

And I turn off the future as We flow.

Author's Note

My first villanelle, this is my first time following formal aspects of poetry. :)

Reviews

[L'Enfant Terrible]

Your metaphysical approach, if recurrent in your train of thought, is always interesting by the treatment you give it :)