My thoughts, how they forsake me
as a child lost in its play
No more shall I wander, no more shall I be free.
The days flit by as a bumble bee
I no longer can be gay
My thoughts, how they forsake me
Would that I did with thee flee
so my heart would not be clay
No more shall I wander, no more shall I be free.
I no longer pray on bended knee
I feel evil lurks through my day
My thoughts, how they forsake me
I am as stagnant as can be
would that I could be shown the way
No more shall I wander, no more shall I be free.
O! Happiness how you seem to flee
since this true love has gone away
My thoughts, how they forsake me
no more shall I wander, no more shall I be free.
© Jackie (Micke) Jinks, October 2006
*A villanelle is a repetitive form of verse. The form is of French origin, and consists of five three-line stanzas (tercets), and one four-line stanza (quatrain) and contains only two rhymes. Line rhyme-endings are as follows:
a-b-a; a-b-a; a-b-a; a-b-a; a-b-a; a-b-a-a
God Bless
Lena
Peace. Joyce
Never don one of these
Will try in the future
Thanks for sharing
William
Love
ET
Bom Bhole!
Roshan
Rusty
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
The heart rending pain of lost love permeates the thread of this excellent villanelle...
C'Est Magnifique !
Peter