Hi everyone,

I wanted to try this poetic form which I’ve never attempted before. It’s called a villanelle. It has quite a rigid structure and rhyme scheme with two lines that repeat throughout. The subject matter is probably familiar to you all. I was just thinking how to a lot of us, this is a horrible situation; to others it’s more like an extended holiday. I got to thinking that the latter group is only one piece of news away from the other. The wheel of fortune never stops spinning.

Anyway, hope you enjoy it.

Thanks for reading.

Until the Day

Until the day it’s one of ours,

Contentedly we look the other way,

Just sit and count the hours.

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In our gleaming ivory towers,

Netflix on continuous play,

Until the day it’s one of ours.

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This thing’s outside our powers,

It’s everyone else’s judgement day,

Just sit and count the hours.

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Endless sunny days; no April showers,

Locked in some grim holiday,

Until the day it’s one of ours.

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While this unseen thing devours,

We’re told tales, our fears to allay,

Just sit and count the hours.

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All around us lie dead flowers,

But the reality holds no sway.

Just sit and count the hours,

Until the day it’s one of ours.

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Solitaire – a haiku sequence

The Interminable Isolation of Engelbert

A Projection of a Man – a poem

The Devil Breathed Out- a poem

The Ballad of Bethany Hilliard – a poem

Chord Progression – a poem