Cupid, you tainted angel, are you teasing me?
Piercing my heart with your illusive arrow?
How could my foolish desire be pleasing thee?
In the wake of your wound, I feel ecstasy
My soul flies much higher than a sparrow
Cupid, you tainted angel, are you teasing me?
Lost in the dream of what could be
A fool’s vision is so very narrow
How could my foolish desire be pleasing thee?
In my mind’s eye I have already begun to see
I am as a Hebrew was to a mighty Pharaoh
Cupid you tainted angel, are you teasing me?
Is my strength in my shell, in the realm of reality?
Wounded by the bone of my rib, yet she’s not my marrow?
How could my foolish desire be pleasing thee?
Wounded hearts lie trapped in a cage crying to be free
The dirt of our lust unbroken by your hoe, or harrow
Cupid, you tainted angel, are you teasing me?
How could my foolish desire be pleasing thee?
Author notes
This poem is a villanelle
number seven
Written September 23rd, 2005
A contest entry
- Title One Of These Song Titles as Your Title by wings of an angel.
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A poem with a sense of the past
in its quaintness.
I am not fussed with archaisms in the C21, but your poem beguiles. It is well-constructed as a Villanelle and is probably closer in tone and sense to the medieval form than serious poems such as Thomas's.
Your refrain lines almost tickle!
Thank you for your poem (which needs a little end-of-lines punctuation).
Lyndon of the Winklings.
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Amazing ...
I said no love or lost poems, and I don't care for archaicisms like "thee" and "thou", but despite it all, I was able to finish reading this. It's really not a bad job, all in all. -
This is a very good write that you had penned here your rhythm flowed beautifully throughout the entire poem, PLEASE PUT THE NUMBER YOU HAD CHOSEN ITS NUMBER 7 I ALREADY ERASED THE NUMBER YOU HAD CHOSEN FROM THE LIST good luck in my contest
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please put your number in your authors comment box did you not read the rules
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I think it's very real. It holds true to the theory that you have almost no control over love. very nice
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"for even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he scends to your heights and carresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth." K. Gibran. I like this work of yours, and your form is exquisite.
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