Category: Villanelle

Clarity

I watch and wait, transfixed and terrified, As roiling clouds forecast impending doom, Suspended in this space, I’m satisfied. This calm before the storm does serve to guide, I’m doubtful, can survival be assumed? I watch and wait, transfixed and terrified. A metaphor for…

Nesting Place (a villanelle)

I fretted  nightly ‘bout the nesting place, Rough-hewn by hand and hung with care, secure, And still, I feared the feral feline’s chase. Each morning, I revisited the place, Where days before, I’d placed it, to endure, I fretted  nightly ‘bout the nesting place….

Blurred Images

While in Alexandria a few weekends ago, I snapped this photo with my iPhone, through the rain-slicked window of a moving bus. I almost discarded this frame, until I looked beyond the droplets, to the hustling bustling masses descending from the King Street Station…

Stallion in the Garden

A summer’s Sunday drive can oft inspire, Though seeking flowers for my garden wall, Unexpected, a mere spark became a fire. At first set out to plant-adorn my shire, Deciding on a vine that would spread tall, A summer’s Sunday drive can oft inspire….

The Maze

She, tempted by the lure of the unknown, And yet she feared the secrets held within, She should have turned away, she should have flown. Aroma cedars bunched, full overgrown, Soft and nestling teased her to come in, She, tempted by the lure of…

Buttercups

In striving for fulfillment, seeking light, She almost overlooked the golden blonde, For brilliance oft confuses, blurring sight. Throughout her teenage years the buds so slight, Wee blossoms rose from lush and limpid ponds, She sought fulfillment, ever seeking light. Against the glistening of the…

Reflections

Sunlight streaming in remained unseen, Because my eyes were blinded by the light, Then wakened senses opened to the gleam. Day after day, I wandered past the scene, Oblivious to simple gifts in sight, Sunlight streaming in remained unseen. In search of inner peace…

Fortuity

This picture speaks to me of a grandfathers love, against the seemingly insignificant backdrop of our backyard, where many happy days have been spent over nearly five decades with our children and their children. But looming large, in foreground, is Grandpa and his caring loving ways.

Structural Simplicity

Yarn over, two together, knit as one, Despite mere silken threads, the structure stays, Each filament enmeshed, complexly spun. At outset seeming too complex for some, Yet still, alluring grace lures all to play, Yarn over, two together, knit as one. One’s hesitance subsides when…

Our Daily Bread

“To see in color is a delight for the eye but to see in black and white is a delight for the soul.” – Andri Cauldwell Inspired by the Photo Friday prompt (Rural) this week, I began a relentless search of my photo portfolio…

The Certainty of Change

Photo Friday: Cloudy….and the certainty of Change.

Our Daily Bread

Our Daily Bread …a villanelle about inspiration; inspired by a stunning spider’s web that glistened in the morning rays of sun, pouring through my kitchen window.
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