I’ll have to write a villanelle,oh hell.
My conscience gives me trouble in the night
I don’t know if tonight I’ll do it well.
At least I don’t need work that I must sell
My conscience is a devil, well,not quite.
I’ll have to write a villanelle;it’s hell.
But people won’t read rubbish on their cell
My conscience will unravel , what a sight
I don’t know if tonight I can write well.
I’d rather laze about and with you loll
Do we need instruction in delight?
I’ll have to write a villanelle on hell.
Down ye demons; in my rage I’ll yell
Do we need perception to do right?
I don’t know if I ever will see well.
I wish an angel would descend tonight
I hate to argue hotly or to fight
I’ll have to write a villanelle, pell mell.
I don’t know if I’ll know I have done well.
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
DEM’S COMPLICATED POETRY—REALLY INTERESTING CONCEPT—IS THIS POEM A “VILLANELLE”?
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Thank you so much,Jonathan.
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Did it go well? Or did you indeed end up in hell?
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It went well even in hell
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