Saturday, July 21, 2012
Villanelle
 Galatea is not one for posing. She is quite nosey though,

My new clothesline. What is wrong here? Why are those bushes taking up the space my sheets would like to hang? Anyway, the nice man at Ace Hardware in Bluewater Bay told me the best way to attach a clothesline to a tree is to wrap the line around the tree twice. Don't damage the tree, he said, by driving in a nail. Seems to work .. as far as I can tell .. since I can only use part of the line for now.

And this poetry form is called a villanelle. There are really charming ones out there by famous poets so I made my own.

It Will Have to Do

Want says love but it is not true.
I want to touch you, to feel your skin.
It is not perfect. It will have to do.

Do not listen. You will misconstrue.
My hands reach out but can not begin.
Want says love but it is not true.

Desire is filling and it does imbue.
Craving your warmth, my denial thin.
It is not perfect. It will have to do.

Sometimes my thoughts are not for you.
I will confess but can not say when.
Want says love but it is not true.

I asked you questions but already knew.
Refuse to lose but I can not win.
It is not perfect. It will have to do.

Hunger was small but how it grew!
My heart is dizzy from the constant spin.
Want says love but it is not true.
It is not perfect. It will have to do.

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