Rain Villanelle Poems

Wisdom gained from pain
Lost tomorrow sentenced
Shadows think me insane

Tortured and blood soaked stains 
Detached from earth yet dependent
Wisdom gained from pain

Memory lies in the rain
Star...

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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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By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed
I'm drawn to this bouquet; I am left so madly.
Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed

Happiest are...

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In the quiet depths where sorrows reside 
A melody of tears, a silent choir 
Each droplet, a note in emotions' tide 

Crystal beads on cheeks,...

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In her absence, her reflection is my poetry.
Quill could ink a million verses about her perfection.
Her heart's a gem not found in any rare jewellery.

Legacy...

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Drizzling, dazzling
splinters of diamond
          Shards of crystal
or  liquidized glass!
      Transparent drops
from a translucent sky. 

       Ooh, that lucid lustre:
No wonder they say,
there's something sexy about...

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No deity on heaven and earth gave repose,
When each rose petal fell heavy like monsoon rain,
The day he abandoned his sweet fragrant Rose

Buried on unhallowed...

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“Oh that ship has sailed..”
Shaking his head, following her voice as it trailed
He smiles to himself, ’give it time’, he knew, rays of Joy crack...

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"Has solitude ever led your steps down a forest path . . . "
           ...

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Expectations roaming unbridled in my brain
Like high hopes, they command my attention
After a dry spell, like the promise of rain.

Plans so rich in their promise...

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Our bountiful blue planet is in pain
yet we rebuff attempts to put things right;
now, climate change exasperates the strain.

The Earth will never be the same...

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She had nothing to gain
This is my only shot
Dance through the pain

It wasn’t my fault she didn’t have a main
Role. She wanted to see me...

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History is a loudmouth dunghill hen,
Who so hid hind it were left to cavil,
He who loves here and now’s a happy man.  

Past, a...

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It’s here—sweet, long-awaited spring.
Earth has awakened; life is new.
The breeze exudes a unique zing.

Let’s have a big outdoors wing-ding.
Who could resist the springtime view?
It’s here—sweet,...

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When sun on Taormina sinks
Its lull will paint the evening still
In pastel, scarlet, orchid pinks.

Far yonder star, in silence, winks
So well aware the air will...

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