I felt your Nightshades a callin'.
And perfectly still I remained.
Reading of dark poems by Mr. Auden
Dust devil'd & depression sunken.
The worker's soul's now maimed.
I felt your Nightshades a callin'.
The Jimson Weed turned me circadian.
My breathing went unconstrained.
Being of dark poems by Mr. Auden.
Through his observations I've fallen'
In a white room restrained.
I heard your Nightshades a callin'.
Tumbleweeds rolled past as an omen.
Aquavitae gone, the drunk complained.
Needing of more poems by Mr. Auden.
A Mandrake's weighed root for bottlin'.
The family portraits get reframed
I knew the Nightshades were callin'.
When I found of the poet, Mr. Auden.
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Written December 23rd, 2003
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I'm not familiar with this style of write, but I like how this flows. Now, time for me to read more and see if I can figure out the style.. Athena
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wow this piece is very good you expressed yourself very well, also you made this piece flow very well over all great job, thanks for entering the contest
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Very well structured and you obviously spent a lot of time on this. I did enjoy reading it and found it fasinating. Very unique and just seemed different to me than the other poems here. I am impressed.
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Although this is dark, surprising and fits the theme.It's not technically a Villanelle because the repetitive last line must be exactly the same as it is in the first verse. however the form doesn't detract from the poem. Good luck in the contest.
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