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As I walk along in life, my muses dance with reflection inspiring me to release the thoughts and emotions of my pondering mind through poetry.

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Monday, March 7, 2011

Ancient Stones ~villanelle

Ancient Stones

Ancient stones speak tongues of history
a truth of time buried beneath our fears
forgotten knowledge told as mystery.

Only a few can hear stones speak clearly
bestowed this dying gift they walk in tears
ancient stones speak tongues of history.

A history if lost is gone in misery
it bears wisdom of times we made unclear
forgotten knowledge told as mystery.

Alone among the hills lives a gypsy
she hears stones tell ancient stories when near
ancient stones speak tongues of history.

One must believe and listen gingerly
in hopes to hear an ancient stone appear
forgotten knowledge told as mystery.

Stones tell the truths we lost in memory
the day we ran like fools from nature’s sphere
ancient stones speak tongues of history
forgotten knowledge told as mystery.

©River 3/11




villanelle rules: 19 lines, 2 repeating rhymes and 2 refrains, 5 tercets and 1 quatrain, A1 b A2 / a b

A1 / a b A2 / a b A1 / a b A2 / a b A1 A2.- capitals refrain lower case rhymes.

1 and 3 line of 1st tercet repeated alternately in the last lines of the succeeding stanzas; then in the final stanza, the refrain serves as the poem's two concluding lines
from the French

posted for One Shot Wednesday week 36 at One Stop Poetry~ come & join the fun!

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

A Tree Weeps

The tree weeps the threads of her patience.
A thinning web of tangled knots upon
a crumbling bridge of doubt

  on the edge of a raging river.

She treads rapids of indecision.
A hue of emotions and thoughts
rush against her skin, drowning her
in pain, and robbing her of voice.

  she silently calls out to Hera

Crouching against the weeping tree,
she prays for the guidance to know
the strength to decide which way
the twisted old branch points to go.

  a few threads of patience are left

She listens to her inner voice
leaving the weeping tree behind

  a torn heart walks her path alone.













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posted for One Shot Wednesday week 35 at One Stop Poetry~~ read some poetry or/and post a poem

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