To those concerned, twas once upon a time,
I longed to be a poetical star;
I dreamed I was, the one of golden rhyme.
While penning words of beauty quite sublime,
while adoring fans worshiped from afar.
To those concerned, twas once upon a time.
Lofty thoughts filled my psyche all the time,
songs of youth, songs of love, I knew no par.
I dreamed I was, the one of golden rhyme.
With beating heart, my voice a dulcet chime;
Sounding soft sonnets, the door left ajar.
To those concerned, twas once upon a time.
Now I lie in rags, a man with no dime;
Shattered dreams, broken heart, I have no star.
I dreamed I was, the one of golden rhyme.
Gone is the dream, I have no hill to climb,
Downed by fate, held tightly to the Muses bar.
To those concerned, twas once upon a time,
I dreamed I was, the one of golden rhyme.
Author notes
Brazos
A contest entry
- Villanelles by amaranthine lover.
650 points, ended January 30, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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another good poem, nice flow nice rhyme, i loved reading this one, very good piece.
thanks for sharing
keep up the good work
Shuberth
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thanks for such a wonderful piece!
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This is a poignant consideration of poetic aspirations vs. the usual theme of inspiration. It has a refreshing originality. I like the honesty of it which does not pretend the author has no vanity, but also admits that the dreams once dreamed have passed him by.
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Dreams Create!!!
The man of golden rhyme you were?
I wonder what jammed in that spur?
Ten beats and every other line?
Rhyme middle ones throughout this tine?
Tine of the fork that pitches hay
Or perhaps throws a brand new day. -
This is dynamic & amazing...you nailed it baby....I love the whole concept and how you used a poet as the topic in this wonderful villandelle.....Your talent shines golden.......my dearset poet....Novy
I love you
God bless
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