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Villanelle
by Curtis SethalerYou left me there to die-
You walked away
But here I lie.
As you walked you told a lie
I still love you
It made me die.
You told them tales and made them cry
They at once picked me up
But here I lie.
A stop watch click or a runners cry
They fall back down
And there I lie.
No Flowers bloom or birds fly
In the densest field
Where I lie.
Where I lie I flatten no grass
I am alone, at peace, at last
Without a care I will not cry
Boxed up underground where I lie. 07/09/2011 Posted on 07/10/2011
Copyright © 2026 Curtis Sethaler
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 07/10/11 at 05:27 PM I find this form particularly difficult to express well--especially when it comes to clarity and sensibility but you had no problems with either of those; very, VERY nicely done. |
| Posted by Cole Bradburn on 10/11/11 at 09:22 PM "Where I lie I flatten no grass I am alone, at peace, at last" Very evocative and wonderful finish to a great piece. |
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