Kim Rodrigues Poet Villanelle

The Church Near Waters Edge

The tears of women, men and children’s death.
It’s small and cozy pews, there’s no one left —
The church near water’s edge sighs Spirit’s breath.

Up comes the dawn, of heaven secureth.
The resurrected saints no more bereft;
The tears of women, men and children’s death.

The bride does brightly shine with gentle-strength.
It’s quaint, alone, but filled with trousseau’s heft —
The church near water’s edge sighs Spirit’s breath.

This collared man does dunk heads underneath.
The ebb and flowing robes in the Lord’s cleft.
The tears of women, men and children’s death.

With illumined faces and free from wrath,
They splash out of the sea and no one’s left.
The church near water’s edge sighs Spirit’s breath.

The Pastor’s pay not much but with great depth,
For one by one regains the devil’s theft.
The tears of women, men and children’s death.
The church near water’s edge sighs Spirit’s breath.

1/22/2020
Your Best 2019-2020 Villanelle Poetry Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula

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Caren Krutsinger January 23, 2020 at 11:32 AM Oh, there is such a poignancy and a beauty in every word, Kim. A masterpiece. Kim Rodrigues January 23, 2020 at 11:47 AM Thanks so much! A villanelle tales a certain kind of diligence to write. Have to roll up the sleeve, get the meter rolling...lol

Vijay Pandit January 23, 2020 at 7:18 AM It would be an understatement to say that you executed the form well, Kim. And you delivered the content with feelings and emotions-- that adorn your story. Kim Rodrigues January 23, 2020 at 7:19 AM Thank you so much, dear friend!