To the West (a villanelle poem)

watchstorm

 

I love the rain. You may have guessed.
When the warm wind begins to blow,
as the last storm tracks to the west,

desire pangs wake, cry in my chest,
as I watch these dark storm clouds go.
I prefer rain—you as my guest.

I confess I may be obsessed.
You’ve danced with me in rain—you know.
Before the storm tracks to the west,

our two bodies together pressed
will fight to stay, make time pass slow.
I love you, too. Rain may have guessed.

On the squall line, we built our nest.
though we must, we hate to let go,
Now this last storm tracks to the west

tangled in wet sheets, we’re refreshed.
storms will come back, with you, I know.
I love rain, and you, so I rest—
watching this storm track to the west.

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POETIC FORM:

The villanelle is a French form, consisting of five tercets and a quatrain with line lengths of 8-10 syllables. The first and third lines of the first stanza become refrains that repeat throughout the poem.

FORM DIAGRAM:

A(1)
b
A(2)
a
b
A(1)
a
b
A(2)
a
b
A(1)
a
b
A(2)
a
b
A(1)
A(2)

POEM A DAY APRIL 2015 – PROMPT:

“For today’s prompt, write a departure poem. Many people depart to school and/or work every day, and they depart on a plane, train, or automobile–some even walk or ride a bike. Of course, that’s keeping things rather physical; there are also emotional and psychological departures. You may even decide to make a departure from your normal writing style in tone or structure today.”

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