Rhymes in a Song-a Villanelle

I dedicate this rhyming poem to my mom because she thinks there’s no other kind; and Psalm 13.

 

she longs for rhymes in a song
and scrubbing dishes in soapy warm water
for mom it works like a balm

for confused thoughts that go all wrong
drained by a loitering squatter
she longs for rhymes in a song

more and more she’s less and less strong
so she calls on me, her only daughter
or mom it works (like a balm)

i try calming her with a psalm
about clay awaiting the potter
she longs for rhymes in a song

i fear it will be a mean, long
bleed of memory into a blotter
for mom “where is the balm?”

the comfort, “you’ll always be mom”
dies a slow death to mental slaughter
she longs for rhymes in a song
(for mom) it works like a balm

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3 thoughts on “Rhymes in a Song-a Villanelle

  1. Hey Angie, I wanted to say “thanks” for this post. I’d read a villanelle before, but never tried to write one until yesterday, having been inspired after reading this one.

    I’m continually impressed at how WordPress connects me with other creative folks. Although we have never met in person, still we have the opportunity to read each other’s work and formulate ideas of our own. It’s awesome.

    Anyway, hope you’re having a great day!

    Best,
    Gina

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