Gregory Richard Barden Poet Villanelle

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fields of life -

to wend through golden grasses of my past
          with chill winds at my back from o'er the hill
     oh how I wish the glow of spring would last

thus far behind me stands that boy, miscast
          while just a jester, much too bright and shrill
     to wend through golden grasses of my past

the latter lad, thus pressed to love too fast
          so saved his heart to burnish, soft and still
     oh how I wish the glow of spring would last

he stumbled into manhood, loves amassed
          with wisdom gained from tragedy and thrill
     to wend through golden grasses of my past

encumbrances and burdens grew too vast
          while finding warmth in darkness and a pill  
     oh how I wish the glow of spring would last

so now I cross the fields of time, steadfast
          renewed with all the love one heart can will
               to wend through golden grasses of my past
     oh how I wish the glow of spring would last.






~ 2nd Place ~  in the "Brian's Choice 10, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.

~ 3rd Place ~  in the "Your Best 2019-2020 Villanelle" Poetry Contest, William Kekaula, Judge & Sponsor.

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Andrea Dietrich January 29, 2021 at 9:34 AM Belated congrats as well.

Andrea Dietrich January 29, 2021 at 9:33 AM Wow, this is so beautiful, Greg. I am in a rush but thought to myself, I really should check out Greg before I leave here today. I have not seen you in such a while here. Hope all is well!

Jan Allison January 31, 2020 at 12:03 PM Superbly crafted Greg, many congratulations on your win :-) hugs Jan xx

Eve Roper January 29, 2020 at 11:15 PM Beautiful moving verse, Greg, congratulations on your 3rd place win. Hugs Eve

Beata Agustin January 29, 2020 at 8:21 PM Wow! Congrats! Thanks for sharing this introspective piece revealing your enthralling "bard-marked" poetic style. God bless you. (Thanks likewise for your comments for my poems... I appreciate such.)

John Watt January 29, 2020 at 5:55 PM G, yet another jewel from your fecund pen. A beautiful, sad rumination of growing into manhood, with its intrinsic regrets and a longing for simpler days. Love the line, "So now I cross these fields of time, steadfast" - glad you used that as one of your repeats. Great villanelle, hope you write more... A fave for me. Congrats on your high placement, my friend ~ John

William Kelii Kekaula January 29, 2020 at 2:30 PM A consistent pattern I saw within your well-written work here Gregory, my compliments on 3rd place and thanks for your participation.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart January 25, 2019 at 1:44 PM Wistful, elegant piece my friend, my best to you <3 xomo Gregory Richard Barden January 26, 2019 at 5:36 AM Thank you so very much, Maureen, so appreciated! :-)

John Gondolf January 25, 2019 at 11:48 AM Greg, I thoroughly enjoyed your villanelle. Aging certainly has a way of making us reminisce about the golden grasses of the past. Best of luck in the contest. It's a winner in my book. John Gregory Richard Barden January 26, 2019 at 3:40 PM Your winning compliment will be my prize, John. ;-) Gregory Richard Barden January 26, 2019 at 5:37 AM Indeed, you are correct, Sir, and I thank you very much ... blessings, my friend! :-)