Font Color='#880000'Her Umber Eyes [villanelle] /Font Poem by David Zvekic
Font Color='#880000'Her Umber Eyes [villanelle] /Font
I lost my life beneath her umber eyes,
For sympathies that drowned amongst my own,
And for these moments say my last goodbyes.
A world within which no-one can surmise;
A desp'rate sea of boiling tears - my own.
I lost my life beneath her umber eyes.
How suffering is easy to advise,
When lovers find their way but leave alone,
And for these moments say my last goodbyes.
What happiness should turn on love's demise?
True love can never step down from its throne;
I lost my life beneath her umber eyes.
Desire culled in silence holds our cries,
That fear should haunt the halls of empty home;
And for these moments say my last goodbyes.
But here I've found the truth which underlies
Her love which rules the only strength I've known:
I lost my life beneath her umber eyes,
And for these moments say my last goodbyes.
-November 17,2005
Wonderful poem David. I've never tried to write a Villanelle although I've seen you and Ronberge both write them....nice style. Maybe one day I'll try. Thanks for the inspiration. Sincerely, Mary
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 9:18:31 PM # 1.0.0.1119
When I'm obsessing over something.. it is time to write a villanelle. I believe the repetition helps to create a feeling of either obsession or desperation. If you have an obsessive sounding sonnet couplet, you can probably make that into a villanelle. In fact.. I've never tried that before.. it just occured to me. I'll go try that now.