Venetian Water Roads – Villanelle – May 2, 2015

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riding  down a Venetian water road
rain drops fell from grey clouded skies
and white gulls sailed up high and bold

thunder rumbled somewhere it snowed
(which was a blessing in disguise)
riding down a Venetian water road

grey doves joined the gulls to goad
a wayward cat which growled in angry replies
and white gulls sailed up high and bold

bright kayaks throughout the Lagoon rowed
but in Burano some found this so unwise
riding down a Venetian water road

sights and sounds soon overflowed
birds, boats and people filled my ears and eyes
and white gulls sailed up high and bold

Oh Venice though your cold winds blowed
I loved each of your damp gusty sighs
riding down a Venetian water road
and white gulls sailed up and bold

© G.s.k. ‘15

A villanelle for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s B&P Shadorma and Beyond

Two Cats Revisited – Villanelle May 1, 2015

Way back in 2013 when I was first beginning to blog, a poet friend wrote a verse which was not quite a sonnet, not quite a kyrielle and not quite a villanelle … I tried to write a villanelle at the time and not having understood how to write one made a bit of a mess of the whole thing.  This is the edited version (a true villanelle) which I wrote this morning … the original is HERE and Shainbirds’s poem is HERE.

 

Two Cats

Two cats sat in the yard at dawn,
Companionable as is rarely seen;
Lovely was their friendship to look upon …

I stood there and our eyes were drawn
And we know how a cat’s sight is keen;
Two cats sat in the yard at dawn…

I grabbed some paper and black crayon
Quickly, so to catch that special scene;
Lovely was their friendship to look upon …

I was too late the scene had been redrawn
I guess it should have been foreseen –
Two cats sat in the yard at dawn …

There was just one cat upon the lawn
Where two had so recently been
Lovely was their friendship to look upon ….

A portrait of two cats could not be drawn
So a poem I wrote as you have seen …
Two cats sat in the yard at dawn
Lovely was their friendship to look upon .

© G.s.k. ‘15

That Gull’s Flyin’ Low – Villanelle – October 16, 2014

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His longing call woke me up at dawn
On this special day, when I should feast —

Day’s not even born, though light’s increased
And already I’m feelin’ like I’m just his pawn,
That gull’s flyin’ low, into the east.

Inside somethin’s gnawing at me like a beast
Makin’ me feel like I should be movin’ on …
On, this special day, when I should feast …

If I followed that gull, I’d find release …
Wonder if he’d even ask why I’d gone
That gull’s flyin’ low, into the east –

Guess I’m stayin’ one more day at least
I’ll just keep my peace and carry on
That gull’s flyin’ low into the east
On this special day, when I should feast.

(c) G.s.k. ’14

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A villanelle is an ancient Italian pastoral poem, probably originally from Sicily from around the 16th century.  French poets (and then English poets) picked it up in the 18th and 19th century but it never really made its splash until the 20th century when Dylan Thomas and others began to use the form.

The poem is composed of four tercets and then an ending closing stanza of four lines. The first and last refrains are repeated alternatively in the second, third and fourth tercet and then once again in the last stanza.  The first lines of the second through the fourth tercets and the beginning of the closing stanza must rhyme with the refrains … the second lines all throughout the poem rhyme with themselves … complicated to explain but easy to write, believe me … here’s the poem again with color codes to show you how the refrains and rhymes work … there is no special meter or syllable count requirement to the poem btw.

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That gull’s flyin’ low, into the east
His longing call woke me up at dawn
On this special day, when I should feast —

Day’s not even born, though light’s increased
And already I’m feelin’ like I’m just his pawn,
That gull’s flyin’ low, into the east.

Inside somethin’s gnawing at me like a beast
Makin’ me feel like I should be movin’ on
On, this special day, when I should feast …

If I followed that gull, I’d find release
Wonder if he’d even ask why I’d gone
That gull’s flyin’ low, into the east –

Guess I’m stayin’ one more day at least
I’ll just keep my peace and carry on
That gull’s flyin’ low into the east
On this special day, when I should feast.

For other examples of the villanelle go to visit Poetry Soup!

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Villanelle: Over the void

Prompt 182: from We Write Poems is about Bridges and what’s on the other side…

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Over the Void

Life’s bridge crosses a dark eternal void
That leads from yesterday ‘til the morrow
Your blinding illusions we can’t avoid. Continue reading

Villanelle: Dear Life

Villanelle

Dear Life

Dear Life, what can I say
As I walked through your maze
I just wanted to get through each day

Keeping your monsters at bay
Following rules that society betrays
Dear Life what can I say

Yes, I ‘oft went astray
For your goals I could never appraise
I just wanted to get through each day

Well, I was no Dorian Grey
Yet I never lived by society’s clichés
Dear Life, what can I say

Now I’ve come to the end of your lay
I assure you I look upon this age in a daze
I just wanted to get through each day

Again as when I was young, revolution’s on the way
Can’t help wondering if you just like constant replays
Dear Life, what can I say
I just wanted to get through each day.

Villanelle: Creative Aging

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

 

 

 

Villanelle: Two Cats

This morning I saw two cats sitting on the ledge outside my house and wanted to write a poem about them, but a Haiku was too short and I didn’t want to write either a Choka or a Tanka.  I saw Shainbird’s lovely poem  trying to identify the form I came upon the Villanelle.  It’s a sticky form, but I thought I’d give it a try.

Villanelle

Two Cats

Two cats sat on a ledge at dawn,
Companionable as is rarely seen;
Lovely is friendship in the morn!

I stood there and our eyes were drawn
And I know how a cat’s sight is keen;
I thought, two cats to immortalize!

I rummaged in my purse with a yawn
Quickly, as to catch that special scene;
Lovely is friendship in the morn!

But the time it took, one was gone
I guess it should have been foreseen;
I thought, two cats to immortalize!

Alas, one had scampered like a faun:
“How could fate be so mean!”
Lovely is friendship in the morn.

I consoled myself as the Fox, woebegone:
“AH! The shot wouldn’t have been keen.”
Lovely is friendship in the morn!
I thought, two cats to immortalize!

2015 – Edited Version: 

Two cats sat in the yard at dawn,
Companionable as is rarely seen;
Lovely was their friendship to look upon …

I stood there and our eyes were drawn
And we know how a cat’s sight is keen;
Two cats sat in the yard at dawn…

I grabbed some paper and black crayon
Quickly, so to catch that special scene;
Lovely was their friendship to look upon 

I was too late the scene had been redrawn
I guess it should have been foreseen –
Two cats sat in the yard at dawn …

There was just one cat upon the lawn
Where two had so recently been
Lovely was their friendship to look upon  ….

A portrait of two cats could not be drawn
So a poem I wrote as you have seen …
Two cats sat in the yard at dawn
Lovely was their friendship to look upon .

© G.s.k. ‘15