Katherine Braithwaite Poet Villanelle

The Garden of the Heart

Unnameable the moment  when it starts
The  sun goes turns black  and flowers  die on the stalk
The agony in the garden of the heart

Unnatural rhythms  subvert  accountants’ charts
Poor nestlings feel  the  onslaught of the hawk
Untraceable the moment  when it starts

For always seemed our love, and quiet  its art
Banal the labels in a doctor’s talk
Of agony in the gardens of the heart

Speechless,cold and numb  the separate parts
Each one with  its  indirection walks
Untraceable the moment  when it starts

That one who knew  our measure   must depart
Wounds our sense of self  now writ in chalk
Such agony in the gardens of the heart

Like a skylark trapped,untimely, caught
I the   one time lover fear the night
So minute at the moment  when it starts
Agony strips the garden of the heart

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Arturo Michael October 10, 2019 at 5:26 AM "Such agony in the gardens of the heart" I like how you used this line... Katherine Braithwaite October 10, 2019 at 5:45 AM I was talking to someone who is suffering a lot and that came to my mind .I decided later it would fit into a poem Thank you very much for reading and commenting Katherine