Nette Onclaud Poet Quatrain

Bells of Lament

Embellished wreaths and lace hang low, all chipped
As a shadow drifts like  moth-eaten thread--
I wail!   And in one rush, my life outstripped
On joyous Yuletide    an ordeal instead:

While bells peal of lament I can't contain--
How our union sweet, the nights desecrate 
A goodbye that is riddled with much pain,
When new stars entomb him---my song, my fate.


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'JAN 2019 WK2 Contest

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Heidi Sands January 11, 2019 at 11:54 AM Congratulations for your win Nette :)

John Gondolf January 11, 2019 at 8:07 AM Nette, congrats on your win for this beautifully sad poem. All my best. John

Line Gauthier January 11, 2019 at 12:54 AM Congrats on your top win, nette.

Gregory Richard Barden December 18, 2018 at 6:44 PM Very touching and sadly sweet, Nette ... your writing NEVER disappoints. Seriously, I have never opened a piece of yours that I didn't love ... that's a rare thing. Excellent! Have a wonderful holiday, my friend - you are an excellent writer. <3

Banjo Casto December 18, 2018 at 9:42 AM The other side of Christmas most would not tread on. I felt the twitch of pain through your haunting, brilliant work.

Vijay Pandit December 17, 2018 at 4:06 PM Excellent poetry, nette.

Ashley Conte December 17, 2018 at 3:05 PM Absolutely sublime! The bitter sense of despair came through excellently, without a doubt. Christmas is not always about fruitcake. I'm sure this is imaginary.