Aaron Crowley Poet Villanelle

At the Ripples of the Sun's Rays, I Stare

At the ripples of the Sun’s rays, I stare.
In water, I fight to rise, but I sink;
Sinking and crying for a breath of air.
 
Above me, on the shore, they do not care
That I have fallen over the blue brink
At the ripples of the Sun’s rays. I stare.
 
They will live more than me, since they are there
With more than enough breath. I cannot think
Sinking and crying for a breath of air.
 
The current pulls me away from my share
Of life, which above, the indulgents drink.
At the ripples of the Sun’s rays, I stare.
 
The growing pressure is hard to bear,
As I watch their images slowly shrink,
Sinking and crying for a breath of air.
 
I push to live, as they do. It’s not fair
That I drown in these debts of which I sink;
At the ripples of the Sun’s rays, I stare,
Sinking and crying for a breath of air.

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Emma Mantle August 31, 2011 at 7:36 AM Love this write Aaron. Beautiful use of expression, a well crafted villanelle that flows nicely. These can be challanging to do, but you've done this well. Best wishes Em :)