Sunday, 11 January 2015

Poetry day 12 - 2 poems!


Bones – a villanelle
Grass blankets your bones lying still
Where is the peace in this new sight?
But bright sun shines upon the hill

I wonder why this is His will
Is this the result of some might?
Grass blankets your bones lying still

Your leaving is a bitter pill
Though you left for a greater light
But bright sun shines upon the hill

Air grows cold but for you no chill
You wait in peace for stalking night
Grass blankets your bones lying still

Of life you never had your fill
You did not know you had to fight
But bright sun shines upon the hill


My thoughts of you survive the kill
It is not fair, it is not right
Grass blankets your bones lying still
But bright sun shines upon the hill

 
Careen
You move in a wave
Destruction follows
You delight in it
 

1 comment:

  1. 'Bones' is so fab, don't you just love villanelle? They are still my favorite.

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