Poe’etic
Villanelle
anticipation; as white- hot, lightning flashes
storm clouds forming, nestled over me
the prospect of new love, but ashes
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change, illusive, a visual illusion to the masses
perception is of self reliant needs
anticipation; as white- hot, lightning flashes
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painted smiles, show but half the weakness
the other implies-translucency
the prospect of new love, but ashes
*
the raven sits quietly, watching with stoic glances
as the wolf hides away, in the shadows of the reeds
anticipation; as white- hot, lightning flashes
*
friendly the faces, guarding their aces
prioritized agendas, planting seeds
the prospect of new love, but ashes
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my opinion of relationships, through rose-colored glasses
a villanelle of some villainous thieves
anticipation; as white- hot, lightning flashes
the prospect of new love, but ashes
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (5)
May your prospects rise like a phoenix from the ashes! Blessed Holidays, Kelli.
Quite the picture in words.
Wow, this is awesome.
"Comcealed slyly as Jekyll and Hyde" That's like soooo true!
Beautiful poem.