I wrote this villanelle for class. I'm 21 and have witnessed and partaken in college drinking the last few years. I wrote this when I had a semi-serious problem.
I’m not an
alcoholic, no, not yet.
It runs in
my genes like my eye color.
Don’t puke,
don’t stumble, you will lose the bet.
Every
weekend a bottle is met,
my lips draw
sweet sourness like a lover,
but not an
alcoholic, no, not yet.
It’s just me
being social, I won’t let
it take hold
of me as it did mother.
Don’t puke,
don’t stumble, you will lose the bet.
In class I bring a Jameson Coke, a
trick trophy conveniently covert.
I’m not an
alcoholic, no, not yet.
Not
twenty-one, through others I must get
the heat,
the speed, my heightening brother.
Don’t puke,
don’t stumble, you will lose the bet.
Soon I’m
losing control, like-a feral pet
they turn to
bite me over and other.
I’m not an
alcoholic, no, not yet,
do(n’t)
puke, do(n’t) stumble, …I have lost the bet.
There's a sense of denial running through your verse with expression of opposite outward signs "like a trophy convert". Also the inference that it's not the subject's responsibility, "it runs in my genes like my eye color". I like also your use of "like-a feral pet", suggesting the subject was once tame, but has been led astray, with a sense of realization just at the end.
This is an extremely complex form to master and you have done it great justice here working with quite difficult subject matter in a way that is contemporary and poignant. I especially like "my lips draw sweet sourness like a lover" with built-in contradictions that suggest both deliciousness and regret.
'Villanelle,' had to look that one up. Nice job, interesting subject; college daze. You configured your villanelle very well and described a noble tradition shared by road scholars, politicians, and sailors all over the world. Good work! BZ
The second definitely better. Nicely done. I myself don't drink, I'm allergic to alcohol...but have witnessed the damage it has done to those I love dearly. I don't know the feeling first hand, but from an outsiders view this poem is what it looks like. 100 daisies.
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Jeepers... 3rd time round. I lost your connection twice. Once for noting Chris, and his
review & went off to post a friend request. I think his poetry is awesome! The 2nd time
I was researching, what I wanted to present to you. About your beautiful Poem and the Cadence. Being dreamy. Yet, what is lost is gone... & can't be replaced, even though it
express my awe of your educated talents. That I learn a lot from you, in general about writing, When I read your commentary in review & help with freely given opinion & very
good brief advice. As I am self educated and, a long term Poet...
Who knows quality... in verse!
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Great Line! Me, I wish I'd wrote it. I count stanza's, then lines before I move on to other deals, like consonants vowel, nouns and especially, signature movement in Ebb an Flow
of Cadence... Where the piece rather Dance on the tongue... or not? Then, to Framework and lastly. Format. The considerations are Context, conditioning of premise content and finish, with an editorial. On how the work at hand, is read aloud...
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I can honestly submit, that you have hit every one. Anette! A piece of composition that goes to fav'ouites & Library!
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I graduate from college in a semester and know all to well how thurs-sunday can be. If someone is prone to being an alcoholic and made friends with certain groups of people, it would not be inevitable, but extremely difficult to not stumble down the path you are referring to. I specifically felt the desperation in the this writing. Nice poem!
I like the new version. I like the assonance that it gives. Makes it run more smoothly..and I like how it kind of pick up speeds there. (IDK, just might be me?)
I think the new amended line is 10 times better than before! Not only that, but it has added alliteration!!! Yeah, I like this poem even more now !!!!!
I'm a big fan of this one. Obviously having problems with alcohol yourself, I can see the emotion embedded into the message of the poem. Very creatively written as far as the metaphors go, especially the feral one. Nice job, I look forward to reading more.
Not being 'technically-versed', I was unaware what a villanelle was until now. In this case the villanelle is correctly technically-versed! I like the style, in fact. This is a good poem. It should ring true to anyone who has ever relied a little too much on alcohol for 'release'. Though I don't quite get "a trophy covert" - I really like "they turn to bite me over and other".
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