A burning secret in forlorn mist,
Readily lost after bond of night,
If only in life he would exist.
Hastily forgiven with sunrise missed,
As morning’s dewdrops sigh for my plight,
A burning secret in forlorn mist.
Enamored from dreams unable to resist,
That disappear with each day’s light,
If only in life he would exist.
Gallant moonshine will subsist,
Unable to chase away my heart’s flight,
A burning secret in forlorn mist.
Hours pass as I persist,
Abiding within dark fantasy’s rite,
If only in life he would exist.
Obscure shadows still assist
To draw me to my heart’s delight,
A burning secret in forlorn mist,
If only in life he would exist.
Author notes
villanelle
A contest entry
- 40 Golden Poets.... {Invite Only} by PerfectImperfection.
600 points, ended February 7, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - ~Chapter 2: Golden Poets~ {{INVITE ONLY}} by PerfectImperfection.
600 points, ended February 17, 2008, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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A lovely piece of form. A sullen sense of beauty escaping between moments of longing. Nicely penned! Thank you so much for your entry & Best wishes in the contest!
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Beautiful!
The more I read well written form poetry such as your villanelle, the more I am developing a love for it. Well done. I enjoyed it.
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He does, you know, in each of your reader's minds. This is a well-turned and beautiful villanelle! Good luck in the contest!
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I love the reapeating lines, it makes it flow more like a song. Beautiful poem, best to you in the contest ~blessings always~ Trisha~
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