p o e t i c a
villanelle
In the care of a poet’s weathered hands,
submerge in euphonious prosody, scrolled from the depths of mystery—
from the seed of lyrical philosophies, cranial blooms expand.
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Liken to the trope of bending goldenrod and flaxen grasslands;
blend your grief and sorrow into elegy—
in the care of a poet’s weathered hands.
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Antithesis mists a clear mind at the pen's command,
then swirls thoughts among starlit epiphanies—
from the seed of lyrical philosophies, cranial blooms expand.
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Exume new depths of soul from the heart-bleed of a stanza,
allegorical verse sets the twining of your spirit free—
in the care of a poet’s weathered hands.
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Decode your self through an unraveling of poetic strands,
submit to mental pliability—
from the seed of lyrical philosophies, cranial blooms expand.
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Enlightenment seeps from nuanced perspectives that land
through expressions of bewitching whimsical ambiguity,
in the care of a poet’s weathered hands—
from the seed of lyrical philosophies, cranial blooms expand.
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night– I’m humbly one of the many vessels they use to come to life.
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Comments (26)
I agree with the top insights you have made such a wonderful display of something so heartfelt and definitely relatable :))
Wow! ". . . from the seed of lyrical philosophies, cranial blooms expand." I'm speechless. You've taken such a familiar topic and made it utterly new. Congrats on the Top Story—it's much deserved.
I love this one! Well done on top story 👏 👍 👌 🙌 😀
Congratulations on Top Story 🥰🥳
Wow...Complex and the language makes it feel like it was written in the 15th century. Well done. Indeed, Kristen!
So many great images in this poem. Kristen. "heart-bleed of a stanza" - I mean, that's just so good.
Most moving poetry I have read in a long time. Congrats on the TS
Back to say congratulations on your Top Story! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
A well-woven tapestry of words.
'Sup Ki~Ki - Well you certainly GiT my Cranial to Bloom - Funny: We Do Metaphor one another! Just J-bud
I love the winding path this poem took me on, Kristen! You took a structure and made it sing.
Truth! 🙌 Damn fine poetic truth!
This is so, so elegant and gorgeous, Kristen! 🥹❤️ Gosh, what a truly beautiful poem full of so much depth! Amazing work!
Exquisitely villanellescent. Nicely done.
Your last lines resonate. Once again you amaze me with your words and capabilities to give so much emotion with your unique insight.
You always blow me away. Well done Kristen
This is very impactful! The repetition lines work splendidly. An elegy…I liked that line a lot. Well done my friend this is pretty perfect! 😁 ✍️ ✨
"from the seed of lyrical philosophies, cranial blooms expand". That was my most favouriteeee line! This was so stunningly, gorgeously, breathtakingly, elegantly, sublimely beautiful!
This is beautiful I truly love it. It is a winner for sure. Vey well done...
So much depth and richness in your words Kristen, a true work of the art!
My cranial blooms definitely expanded with the wealth of deepness in this poem! Bravo
Very elegant.
Oh shit. She shoots she scores. This is gorgeous, lassie. Really. This is why against all odds I love poetry now. Well done on this, Kristen. Seriously.
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Well, well, well. My most recent (which I know you read) was an attempt at describing the feeling of a story dying on the page, though I'm not sure if that came through. You just told me how to get it out. And you did show magically. Damn, girl. You are brilliant. ❤