Villanelle of the Saint

Villanelle of the Saint

By: Ethan West

As I grasp for peace in sight

I teach myself, to be a saint

My fingers close on naught but blight

Could I show someone the light?

Though mine, it seems, has grown so faint

As I grasp for peace in sight

Would their peace make me shine bright?

My hand reaches out, though my heart is straint

My fingers close on naught but blight

It's over, it's over, yet still I fight

To wash away this bitter taint

As I grasp for peace in sight

A small amount given, a piece of my bright

Falls again into nothing, I fall for the feint

My fingers close on naught but blight

Yes all that I reach, falls far from the light

Myself loses self, and becomes ever faint

As I grasp for peace in sight

My fingers close on naught but blight

Author's Note

What better way to get back into poetry than with a Villanelle I said... it would be fun I said... It actually was pretty fun. Lot of pent up emotion that likes a challenge. I hope you enjoy!

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very powerful and well written poem. To seek salvation. To be a saint to someone. Few will seek and fewer can find. I liked the honest tone and the flow to the strong ending. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry. You made the reader think and ponder.
Coyote

[Dominique]

I love the way the rhyming helps with that desire to be better even when one falls into their old destructive habits. It's powerful and very well written.