In twilight's hush, a whispered rhyme,
A dance of words in fleeting trance,
A Villanelle unfolds in time.
Within each line, a subtle chime,
A structured song, a sweet romance,
In twilight's hush, a whispered rhyme.
Repeating patterns, so sublime,
Like echoes in a vast expanse,
A Villanelle unfolds in time.
The first two lines, a rhythmic climb,
A gentle sway, a lover's chance,
In twilight's hush, a whispered rhyme.
The refrain comes, a bell to chime,
A recurring dream, a cosmic dance,
A Villanelle unfolds in time.
Through stanzas woven, a paradigm,
Emotions twirl, a soulful trance,
In twilight's hush, a whispered rhyme.
In every turn, a paradigm,
The verses waltz, a sweet advance,
A Villanelle unfolds in time.
The pen, a wand, a magic mime,
In ink, emotions intertwine,
In twilight's hush, a whispered rhyme.
Through winding words, a sacred climb,
A structured beauty, an artful lance,
A Villanelle unfolds in time.
With each refrain, a subtle crime,
A stolen heart, a fateful chance,
In twilight's hush, a whispered rhyme.
The final verse, a poignant mime,
A farewell in the moonlit trance,
A Villanelle unfolds in time.
A tapestry of words, a climb,
In every rhyme, a lover's dance,
In twilight's hush, a whispered rhyme,
A Villanelle unfolds in time.
About the Creator
Mohammed Mamunar Rahamn
This is Mamunar Rahamn. I recently joined here. I like to share my writing in vocal on line site. My Content writing is too easy to understand. So one can follow my works. Thank you.
Keep reading
More stories from Mohammed Mamunar Rahamn and writers in Art and other communities.
Identity is like a mirror.
Identity is a multifaceted concept that weaves through the very fabric of human existence, shaping our perceptions, interactions, and sense of self. It is a dynamic interplay of various factors that come together to form a unique and complex mosaic, defining who we are and how we relate to the world.
By Mohammed Mamunar Rahamn5 months ago in BookClub
Enroute
The stars and planets all whipped by as Deirdre's crystalline craft sped past them. Her people, the Vlondans, had discovered that the mineral Dianthium which grew so readily on their home world not only kept their hair pink but also was a perfect material for engineering spacecraft from.
By Alicia Anspaugh10 days ago in Art
Comments (1)
This was so beautifully written! I loved it!