Passion Villanelle Poems

Villanelle: Remembering Not to Call
by Michael R. Burch

(a villanelle permitting mourning, for my mother, Christine Ena Burch)

The hardest thing of all,
after telling her everything,
is remembering...

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With dense mist adrift you dance cadenced slow,
amid your steps my stalled heart beats return.
Out of sight, you shape in me your shadow.

When from chilled...

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Reckless heart, fail me not, fall not prey
To the wind’s caress, the silence at daybreak
Gentling of passions by lovers gone astray

In his arms, words forsake...

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My heartbeat; twinkle, twinkle, like a star-
Secured up above the celestial might.
It keeps sparking its continuous light's bar...

When  nothing shines upon my humble scar,
That...

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"What is life but a secession of preludes to unwritten words"
              ...

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As in dense mist I walk entranced in pace slow,
tracing your footprints my heart beats return,
out of sight I shape in me your ornate shadow.

When...

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VILLA NEL

Passion does not a relationship make
Nel was a love of mine so long ago
In that villa overlooking the lake

Our time as one was short,...

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Random thoughts flutter across a page
And take shape in verses of expression
Reflecting the notions of the poet/sage.

While the actor repeats upon the stage
Phrases acting out...

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Hues of joy reveal the gentle touch of spring
Brilliant smiles of tulips and daffodils so bright
Whispering sensations of pleasure only flowers bring

Dancing to the glow...

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O Singer of a chequered history, 
Of brazen battlefields bleak, desolate, 
Of life and liberties and tales hoary, 
O of Song Celestial, ageless glory. 

Thou...

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What a treacherous road true love can take
for paramours eager to taste desire,
but one their kindred hearts would not forsake.

For Water and Fire, passion meant...

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Who would lend their essence to such words
Uncrumple them ‘midst fading sense of truth
Sharpen dull edgeless rusting swords.

Shouted once from blood stained creaking boards
Muttered by...

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In the dense mist you walk in rhythm slow,
tracing your footprints my heart beat returns,
out of sight you shape within me your shadow.

When from the...

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When the bluster and champion of words bleeds
from the flue,
quite unintentionally, with seeds…

The whirlwind of contrast and opposing creeds
turns one blue,
when the bluster and champion...

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Nourished by garland skies of scarlet blue
And velvet grass in golden green festoon
September wed us; one heart, made of two

Days of turquoise kisses, too much,...

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