Villanelle
Creative Aging
In my early morning dreams of creative delving,
Inspiration leads me now to an ever greater height!
Thus delighting in the evening memories of aging.
When in my youth I thought of my life’s goal:
Ah, painting and art were my greatest delight,
In my early morning dreams of creative delving.
My years have seen the tarnishing of my soul,
I feel no disillusion though it’s no longer bright!
Thus delighting in the evening memories of aging.
I lived with far too much discipline and control.
Spontaneity often sacrificed to what was right,
In my early morning dreams of creative delving.
Thinking that soon I’d sleep in a grassy knoll
Freed I from that dark prison, my own birthright!
Thus delighing in the evening memories of aging.
Youth can be beached on an ideology’s shoal!
Better to have freed creative fires to brightly ignite
In my early morning dreams of creative delving,
Thus delighting in the evening memories of aging.
Written for Cubby’s Villanelle Challenge
This is beautiful! You might have invented a new form here, which is quite unique and reads like a dream. It is like a variation of the villanelle that reads wonderfully. May I post? 🙂
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Hmmm…I’lll have to re-read it and find out where I went wrong 😉 And of course you may post!
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Ah yes…don’t know why I did that! I just relooked at your example and see where I went astray…oh well, perhaps I’ll try again. 🙂
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I think we should stamp this style: villanelle de Bastet. 🙂
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Cool! I make a mistake and get a style named after me!
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