Summer Villanelle

It was a real challenge to finish any poems halfway decently, although I started about 7 of them today. However, at last I have finished Linda’s paint-chip poetry challenge, which was to write a villanelle this week, using at least three of the phrases on the paint chips below. I like villanelles and writing them, but it was hard to write a whole one in a single day. I still appreciate the prompt because I don’t often write villanelles on my own. Most of my poems are much shorter.

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Purple

Linda’s SoCS prompt today is “color,” and I choose purple. I wrote an etheree and made it as stream-of-consciousness as possible, just counting the syllables per line to be sure it was correct. This was a fun prompt and pretty open-ended, so I might write some more, and it will be fun to read others’ posts also.


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Purple:
Royalty’s
Lovely color,
And liturgical
Color for Advent, Lent —
Times of expectant waiting.
Reminders of the richness which
Comes after those weeks, months of waiting,
And that the celebration lasts always.

A purple candle for Advent
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Ubi Sunt

This is a free-verse “Ubi Sunt” poem for Linda’s paint-chip poetry prompt. The given words are pictured below the poem. This was inspired by the way that I write so much and so small that I often forget about poems that I have written or where / when I wrote them.


Where are the words erased,
Written lightly in graphite?
Even the words put down in pen
Are difficult to see, crammed
Without pizzazz in tiny spaces,
In need of illumination.
Where are the poems that I
Remember writing, remember liking
But can no longer find,
Buried as they are under years
Of other poem-filled lines?

In the Grand Scheme

At the moment of death,
When life flashes before your eyes
And each event is seen —
What importance will it be,
What you’re so worried about now?
In life’s greatest overview,
What is more true and lasting than
Love? In faith: jump and trust.


I’m not exactly happy with this free-verse poem, but it works for FOWC: Overview.

Secrets Hidden from Everyone

This poem is in response to FOWC: Keen, and it also uses yesterday’s word, Anonymous.


I’m keen to know the secrets of the heart,
The hidden and anonymous parts,
The mysterious maze-like corridors,
The core from which a person’s life pours.

I wish to know the web of paths which led
To this beautiful moment, and the bad
Happenings now past — impossible, it’s said.