- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Morning Memory (villanelle)
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The sweetness of the morning dew,
the sun's rays gently on my skin
remind me of my time with you.
A memory so deep within
my soul-there are no shadows there!
The sun's rays gently on my skin
reflect your smile, your eyes, your scent,
the energy you pass to me.
My soul-there are no shadows there,
for you have quickly set them free!
This garden stems from your design;
the energy you pass to me.
If only we could once align
our dreams and this reality
This garden stems from your design.
But now as sun begins to flee
The sweetness of the morning dew
our dreams and this reality
remind me of my time with you.
- COMMENTS
~hellbaby~over 18 years agoNice poem. The repitition is subtler than it is in pantoum.Morning Memory flows smoothly in a difficult style.
Anonymousover 18 years agoHaunting whimsy here.. laced with memories knotted with gratitude and a wee bit of pain... very emotional and the style flows well.. you do make it look easy...both the style and the understanding of loving forgiveness of gratitude..
du~
Jennifer Cover 18 years agoI agree with blue, you
make it look so easy!
Lovely piece,
thanks.
~ Jenn
WickedEveover 18 years ago"My soul-there are no shadows there." Is it suppose to be soul--there? That would give it a pause like: my soul. there are no shadows there. Or is it suppose to be a hyphenated word? Other than that one line of confusion, very good villy. :)
