Perfect Spheres

Their eyes were perfect spheres

There never came a last,

Drowned roses sleep here

 

Never nothing to fear

Here, it's all over fast,

Their eyes were perfect spheres.

 

Stretched across the landscape, one tear

On a pink morning, shy and vast,

Drowned roses sleep here.

 

Generations flashing and crashing, here,

Wine- colored expanse, frightened glass,

Their eyes were perfect spheres.

 

Mute kaleidoscope motion, disappear,

Marble souls on ghost carousel, speeding past,

Drowned roses sleep here.

 

Bloodshot entanglement will adhere,

Entertaining vicious echoes, thinking it aghast.

Their eyes were perfect spheres,

Drowned roses sleep, here.

Author's Note

This is my first try at a villanelle poem. Hope you guys like! :)

Reviews

[jennifer little]

wonderful poem i liked it keep up the good work .. nicely flowed and said with great passion .....

[Frontier]

Thank you Jen

[jacob erin-cilberto]

nicely done...love gets drowned in the struggle for perfection...and the eyes that seem perfect spheres are most often liars...

the truth drowned in rose colored glasses...which often breaks, and leaves us shedding tears.

[Frontier]

Indeed it does, but thats all part of it, right? Thanks Jacob.