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

 

 

 

Free Verse: Wasted Youth

Writing Prompt No.3#

Free Verse

Wasted Youth

I sit now in my Autumn years
thinking of my youth gone by
and if I were to say today
that they were wasted,
I would lie.
My youth was just the seed
you see
Of what I have become today
and if there had been just
one small change
I don’t know who’d I be today.

Some may moan and then repent
of how their youth they have spent,
Perhaps they’ve made sad and
senseless choices
which have led them onto fatal roads.
Wasting youth, sadly happens
and sometimes ends in tragedy.

But, my story is like a gay carousel
a roller coaster ride o’er the Earth
And though I could have done
things differently
avoiding pain and difficulty
I think I wouldn’t change a thing.