As it says in Wikipedia, "[a] villanelle...is a nineteen-line poetic form consisting of five tercets followed by a quatrain. There are two refrains and two repeating rhymes, with the first and third line of the first tercet repeated alternately until the last stanza, which includes both repeated lines." A villanelle should adhere to the following format in which capital letters represent the refrains and lower case letter represent rhymes.
A1
b
A2
a
b
A1
a
b
A2
a
b
A1
a
b
A2
a
b
A1
A2
For a simplified challenge, try writing without the rhyme scheme.
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Tuesday, August 29, 2017
Villanelle
When I forget that I am me
And want to pierce dark skies above
Remind me then how it should be
Unsure what else there is to see
I’ll want to leave you and your love
When I forget that I am me
And want to break you and break free
And touch you only through a glove
Remind me then how it should be
Save me from darkness that may be
Engulfing me without your love
When I forget that I am me
You must be strong as you can be
And stay awake and feed the dove
When I forget that I am me
Remind me then how it should be
that fluttery birdy-bird feeling that's love
that fluttery birdy-bird feeling that's love
or whatever it is somewhere somehow dot dot dot
rains down every never-ending incessant sometimes
in such and such a season without reason
without wings or wishes or whatnot
that fluttery birdy-bird feeling that's love
above all big and tall tediums and mediums
or even a little itsy-bitsy teeny tiny small knot
rains down every never-ending incessant sometimes
and whew it's not enough i need more
all the time i'm fine how are you not
that fluttery birdy-bird feeling that's love
or another language it's where we live
and what we are and what we thought
rains down every never-ending incessant sometimes
and in some way we fly or cry or hold on
or let go of it when we have fought
that fluttery birdy-bird feeling that's love
rains down every never-ending incessant sometimes
or whatever it is somewhere somehow dot dot dot
rains down every never-ending incessant sometimes
in such and such a season without reason
without wings or wishes or whatnot
that fluttery birdy-bird feeling that's love
above all big and tall tediums and mediums
or even a little itsy-bitsy teeny tiny small knot
rains down every never-ending incessant sometimes
and whew it's not enough i need more
all the time i'm fine how are you not
that fluttery birdy-bird feeling that's love
or another language it's where we live
and what we are and what we thought
rains down every never-ending incessant sometimes
and in some way we fly or cry or hold on
or let go of it when we have fought
that fluttery birdy-bird feeling that's love
rains down every never-ending incessant sometimes
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