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Walk The Boy To Circles (Villanelle)

Around the rug, I walk the boy
The kitchen slants, the faucet drips
Circles have never been so coy

It's not a system, or some ploy
This need to warm up his blue lips
Around the rug, I walk the boy

While the war outside may destroy
My need to rock him to sleep, perhaps
Circles have never been so coy

My words, my love, are a poet's decoy
To save the child that my mind whips
Around the rug, I walk the boy.

As sirens wail, and bombs deploy
The mother slips out with a swish of hips
Circles have never been so coy

A young father with no milk, no joy
In doing these laps, making these trips
Around the rug, I walk the boy
Circles have never been so coy.



Author notes

The picture is either Freud on Crack, or Lennon on smack.
Written December 21st, 2004

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  • MuddyKing
    September 27, 2008
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    hell I don't need the contest to see this picture
    you provided it
    excellent


  • horus8 gold member
    January 4, 2005
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    Thank you.


  • January 3, 2005
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    "The mother slips out with a swish of hips
    Circles have never been so coy"

    Did I ever smile at the genius in these lines. The poem was a refreshing turn of poetry. Very deserving of merit and the bronze award. This is genius that is maddening when trying to soothe a child to sleep. LOL I love your author comments as well. Great job with a form that is not easy to grasp. Congratulations on the win!

    ~mt~


  • Azazel
    December 23, 2004
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    Hmmmm, this is an interesting piece, I like it.


  • December 21, 2004
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    It is clearly a young Freud. try and save the photo and it says so in the file's name. And of course Freud is the perfect posterboy for the genius or madness debate around which this contest is centered, so it would make perfect sense.

    Villanelles are excellent vehicles for poems about madness, with all the repetition the reader ends up sounding like Rain Man. Also talking in circles, walking in circles etc etc...very mad all of it and hence enjoyable.


  • My Seven Miseries
    December 21, 2004
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    very good

    when you refer to the blue lips, are you saying the "boy" feels in comparison to what one would feel if smothered, or asphyxiated? There definitely is a meaning more in depth than can be decoded by the naked eye. I want to figure it out. maybe if i read the contest description, i can get a better idea... ooo a revelation (intellegence switch turns to on, leaving stupid in the dust of dead brain cells)
    KAt


  • horus8 gold member
    December 21, 2004
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    That's because the picture is on the contest.


  • ladylyric
    December 21, 2004
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    That was interesting. Im sure it has a deeper meaning then what I have grasped, but it flows beautifully. I don't see a picture though.

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