VillanelleA Poem by emipoemiA ream of verse and scarce a villanelle. I stand in shock at how it could be so: The form I favour favours me not well.
Long have I gone with purpose to excel; My ardent artistry in fickle flow- A ream of verse and scarce a villanelle.
Much have I wafted in its wondrous spell, Yet now I see its soul was not aglow- The form I favour favours me not well.
Am I not fit, then, as a nonpareil? Do not my muses shine whene’er they show? A ream of verse and scarce a villanelle.
Do I instead this poetry repel? Am I in that regard a heinous foe? The form I favour favours me not well.
To vilify a friend is to compel Such villainy, indignity, and woe- A ream of verse and scarce a villanelle; The form I favour favours me not well. -EDP © 2020 emipoemi
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