there's not so much that i can truly tell
either in prose or in a jigging rhyme
that can't be set within a villanelle
when thought and image in the poem jell
the whole effect is one we hope sublime
there's not so much that i can truly tell
the effort plays in mind a merry hell
words will be found unless we choose a clime
that can't be set within a villanelle
the poem's sound is clearer than a bell
each word and rhythm finds its proper time
there's not so much that i can truly tell
at back of mind the music has to swell
the words will overcome the steady chime
that can't be set within a villanelle
an honest incantation makes the spell
succeed and the counterspell a mere crime
there's not so much that i can truly tell
that can't be set within a villanelle
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
08 December 2007
specific art
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