Peach pit tossed into the sea before bed
Sweet Nectar coated hands to never touch again
Ask, What are tears for; When should they be shed?
Damp wings beat against the glass without end
Dawn reveals colored husk to never hatch children;
Peach pit tossed into the sea before bed.
Dew drops clung to fallen leaves and the dead
Dark bone, cracked by an axe. Layers of rings, the grain
Ask, What are tears for; When should they be shed?
Dimming spots, like a river, bled and bled
Down into the dust, the goddess of felines slain;
Peach pit tossed into the sea before bed.
Distant bird calls, screeches; they have all fled
Dark painted people, moving on, ways forgotten
Ask, What are tears for; When should they be shed?
Grey sky parted, pouring rain the color red
Never enough moisture to quench the parched earth. Again
That damned peach pit tossed into the sea before bed!
If not this, what are tears for?
When, if ever, should they be shed?
If not this, what are tears for?
When, if ever, should they be shed?
1 comment:
Shelby - very visual and rhythmic. Good poem for your first villanelle. Love the idea. Nice work!
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