I tried to write a villanelle
The words come easier
when they're pretty,
form and meter
can be salves.
There is no relief
when writing
of family,
the three-sided dagger
leaves a wound
that must be packed
and never closes.
I tried to write a villanelle,
to package the truth
with enough honey
to make the bitter-roots
palatable;
it wouldn't go down easy,
wouldn't come out either.
This poem a finger
on the back
of my throat
to purge
to flush
to rinse my mouth
from the acid
regurgitated
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 2:59 PM UTC
I tried to write a villanelle
The words come easier
when they're pretty,
form and meter
can be salves.
There is no relief
when writing
of family,
the three-sided dagger
leaves a wound
that must be packed
and never closes.
I tried to write a villanelle,
to package the truth
with enough honey
to make the bitter-roots
palatable;
it wouldn't go down easy,
wouldn't come out either.
This poem a finger
on the back
of my throat
to purge
to flush
to rinse my mouth
from the acid
regurgitated
The couplet of the proposed villanelle:
"No beauty in a family poem at all;
a portrait's empty space is on the wall."
NaPoWriMo 2016 day 2 - a family poem.
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