My English teacher was handing out extra credit if we wrote one of these things or a sestina (don't get me started on those; I might throw something). I needed a topic. Guess where I turned.
Disclaimer: Implied subject matter is not mine. This poem is. HA!
Riley's Villanelle
Every day we'd search for clues,
For secrets from the ancient past.
The more we did, the more I'd lose.
I stared down at my scuffed-up shoes
With looks behind at shadows cast—
Every day we'd search for clues.
I watched him ponder, watched him muse
And wondered when it'd come to pass.
The more we did, the more I'd lose.
To him this seemed the life to choose,
To study time, obscure and vast:
Every day we'd search for clues.
He'd turn away to tell the news
To her—just how long will this last?
The more we did, the more I'd lose.
I still try to help, though my use
Is waning—how long will we last?
Every day we'd search for clues:
The more we did, the more I'd lose.
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Poetry's not my thing, so this was hard. Hope you liked it.
Reviewing would be really awesome.