Monday, February 4, 2008

Posted by Sara, manager of Brand New Aspiring Writers.

There is this second that you own.
Though most would waste it, heaven knows.
Breathe deeply before God calls you home.

For sins we later can atone-
washed clean, like water off a rose.
There is this second that you own

Buck hard against the buffer zone;
rage like wild fire on the status quo.
Breathe deeply before God calls you home.

Ride the world like a cyclone.
Leave not a breath for regrets to grow.
There is this second that you own.


Blink twice, the pages have all flown
off the calendar, fate cruelly exposed.
Breathe deeply before God calls you home.

Hope dies quick when postponed.
Dreams give in to the death throes.
There is this second that you own
Breathe deeply before God calls you home.



Note - This is my first attempt to write a villanelle.

4 comments:

Cendrine Marrouat said...

A wonderful poem about death. It has this ethereal feel that I really love. The repeated lines are just perfect and blend in awesomly.

Bhuvan Gupta said...

Nice one... very beautiful...Good way to look at life

Fallen Angel

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"Water off a rose" is really a beautiful image. I like the rhythm that the line "before God calls you home" produces in its re-occurrence as well - like a chiming gong calling you home.

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A stunning poem.