O Sweet, Sweet Sorrow
A villanelle you've heard before
O sweet, sweet sorrow, pain in my heart
Tale of lost and old
O fuel of so many works of art
Your presence unmissed at summer's start
But winter after winter grew cold
No friction between bodies apart
O sweet, sweet sorrow, pain in my heart
Lines forever drawn on my soul in bold
These twisted paths we chart
To the memories branded, the scars it imparts
To the cracks now filled in with gold
To the lingering aftertaste, bitter and tart
O sweet, sweet sorrow, pain in my heart
By whom I will not be controlled
But whose sting never seems to depart
O sweet, sweet sorrow, pain in my heart
I've let go and yet you take hold
My bastard companion at every restart
O sweet, sweet sorrow, pain of my heart
About the Creator
Christopher "Ski" Ganczewski
I write things. Sometimes they matter.
Active Duty USAF TACP Officer.
Mountain biker. Board gamer. Imbibement appreciator.
Niagara Falls, NY born and raised.
Often found with a dog attached to my hip, near either a trailhead or a brewery.
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Comments (2)
"But whose sting never seems to depart" - oh, good lines. Well written!
Oooo, I spot some nice use of repetition and rhyme. It doesn't seem forced at all. I enjoyed this poem.