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[lishesquex]

I'll feast my eyes if not my lips
And take from today what I may.
I'll learn to follow the script.

And I have what six months equips
Me with, on this windy September day;
I'll feast my eyes if not my lips.

I think I might finally come to grips
With this levelheaded way.
I'll learn to follow the script.

What absence bloomed can now be fixed;
We still have much to say.
I'll feast my eyes if not my lips.

This wildweed dream I'll trim with snips
Till longing is whittled away
By learning to follow the script.

Though slow I rise from this eclipse,
I was glad to see you today.
I'll feast my eyes if not my lips
And I'll learn to follow the script.


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Took the structure from a Marilyn Hacker poem, "Villanelle: Late Summer".  And now that this poem is out of my head, I can finally go to sleep.

PS I know the constant repetition of "And I'll learn to follow the script" kind of it makes it seem like I'm just trying to convince myself and I'm not /actually/ over her, but it's all right guys, poetry is always usually an overblown magnification of a single germ of feeling/idea.  I think I'm safely recovered.  But I didn't want to let the feels go to waste when I could wrangle a good poem out of it.

Comments

[tara]

I'm so glad you've poeted again :) Lovely. I see this one working as a song as well.

[lishesque.livejournal.com]

Poeted is an excellent verb - I shall adopt it! And yes, this is rather songish.

[jailbaitjello.livejournal.com]

Villanelles are awesome. One of my favorite poems is a villanelle. Roethke's "The Waking."

[lishesque.livejournal.com]

I never realised they were a thing until now. But I have decided that it's super fun to write in this form.