THIS VILLANELLE WHILE WAITING

Poetry forms like the villanelle give poems a glass in which to pour words and emotions.

That day is not yet here.

It will come in its good time.

There’s nothing I will fear.

 

This life I will hold dear.

Till then I’ll write my rhymes.

That day is not yet here.

 

I’ll keep myself in gear,

Pretend I’m in my prime.

There’s nothing I will fear.

 

To loved ones I’ll bring cheer,

my life out on the line.

That day is not yet here.

 

Let me make this very clear:

No use to sit and whine.

There’s nothing I will fear.

 

Until that hour nears,

This life remains all mine.

That day is not yet here.

There’s nothing I will fear.

 

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Reviews

[Fran Marie]

A well crafted Villanelle in both form and content~

So Very nicely penned

Fran Marie