The Villanelle is an extremely strict and demanding poerty form with a complex structure - six stanzas, five of those are tersets (three lines) and the last, a quartet (four lines). The rhyme scheme for the five tersets would be an A B A and for the last quartet, an A B A A. The villanelle, for some reasons pertaining to its origin, has frequent repetitions. Loss, is mainly of the Villanelle's theme. My poetry class assigned me to make one. And I made a fairly stupid one right here:
Inevitable
Joshua Lagandaon
An inevitable - the parting of ways;
though journeyed from afar, an effort so vain.
O'er the gold-trodden mountains, nothing stays
Even through the golden dusk the sun ends days,
the hummingbird sleeps and the crow cries in pain.
An inevitable - the parting of ways.
The twilight splits. The midnight glistens rays
of rusted hope. Shine, rays, shine that I may gain
the memory of my love, her glorious face.
Beyond the ochre woods of sorrow will race
your Prince, your Duet, your Love. Though the rain
falls, a perilous journey I shall soon face.
The moon must part and the sun must shine. The days
must end and the nights must rise (infamous chain).
Sing to me, that I may hear your voice, your pace.
Though to journey I must, it is Destinys case,
tis he who decides if grief must remain.
An inevitable - the parting of ways.
But I wait, my love, if my love must race.
though journeyed from afar, an effort so vain.
O'er the gold-trodden mountains, nothing stays
Even through the golden dusk the sun ends days,
the hummingbird sleeps and the crow cries in pain.
An inevitable - the parting of ways.
The twilight splits. The midnight glistens rays
of rusted hope. Shine, rays, shine that I may gain
the memory of my love, her glorious face.
Beyond the ochre woods of sorrow will race
your Prince, your Duet, your Love. Though the rain
falls, a perilous journey I shall soon face.
The moon must part and the sun must shine. The days
must end and the nights must rise (infamous chain).
Sing to me, that I may hear your voice, your pace.
Though to journey I must, it is Destinys case,
tis he who decides if grief must remain.
An inevitable - the parting of ways.
But I wait, my love, if my love must race.
1 comment:
Why is it that whatever pain touches, it becomes a poet?
No, I'm not alone! Thank God for making you this way, Josh! I guess pain isn't always parting, that it has miraculous ways of bringing people closer.
P.S. Did God really intend tears to be expressions of sorrow? Or did He implanted it into our system, and us being His image, shows that He is fully capable of mourning?
Did God have tears? If so, where does He keep them? >_<
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