My first attempt at a Villanelle.
I hit replay
I hit replay
and that boy with ebony eyes
walks over only to walk away.
With logic at bay,
sedated by wine
I hit replay.
A figure that breaks
through static time
walks over only to walk away.
His voice that baits
shadows mine,
as I hit replay.
Two lives did fray
so were inclined
to walk over only to walk away.
Yet the moments of fey
waltz in my mind
as I hit replay,
as if we had not walked away.
An experimental pantoum...
Fragility
Bound in frost the heather wakes,
And grass glazed peppered with dew,
Stretches to where the clouds quake,
Urging the sun to climb through,
Gently dancing upon the lake,
Softly bending rivers blue,
The slicing fin, the water breaks,
A beauty of unbridled truth,
Suddenly all is awake,
Enraptured in the days hue,
Velvet blends of nature shake,
And sprout spheres of orange fruit.
And time escapes in colours blue,
Replaced by natures tragic fate,
A tempest that steals all that was new,
But bound in frost the heather stays.
A 'proper' pantoum...
Snowflakes
Silken flakes of white,
They fall and dress each
face,
And every strand of hair
they splice,
Shines through iced lace,
They fall and dress each
face,
And every thread of life,
Shines through iced lace,
In an ashen cloudless night,
And every thread of life,
They stand as still as clay,
In an ashen cloudless night,
They stay,
They stand as still as clay,
Urging mother nature’s
might,
They stay,
And watch her paint with
light,
Urging mother nature’s
might,
With temperature at bay,
They watch her paint with
light,
For from the sky she sprays,
With temperature at bay,
They glisten like starlight,
For from the sky she sprays,
Silken flakes of white.
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