This is a villanelle, and I deliberately made it much harder for myself by choosing plural rhyming words, which limited the options a LOT. Sometimes I like to mess with my own head :-)
love is manifest in daily things
in dishes, laundry, floors and fresh-made beds
the dust of life, to which small kindness clings.
the world is ever-present, with its slings
and arrows as we all dodge the warheads
love is manifest in daily things.
back to the doorway, each one brings
their pains and pleasures, little joys and dreads
the dust of life, to which small kindness clings.
small voices tell of cabbages and kings
the neverwhere of dreams that fill their heads
love is manifest in daily things.
through fights and darkness, hope eternal springs
where strife and harmony enmesh, strange newlyweds
the dust of life, to which small kindness clings.
I see the passage of their comings
and goings to where they find their own beachheads
love is manifest in daily things
the dust of life, to which small kindness clings.
- Kathy, 7/5/13
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Kathy you are just so clever! No wonder you like to mess with your head if this is what it produces. Well done lovely.
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Thanks :-D
Deleteoh - so beautiful Kathy - quite an art poetry - not too many people do it well (me included). love that love is the dust of life. Makes me feel better about my place being so dusty :)
ReplyDeleteawesome poem. I love writing as art.
ReplyDeleteI just know this poem will enter my head each time I do the dishes - and every other daily thing.
Oh that is awesome!! I love it! Well done :)
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