More Attempts at Different Poetic Forms

Villanelle I
We only speak in my dreams
You're not a real boy, a pile of strings
My heart is bursting at the seams

For the sake of love a man could deem
Good enough to lessen the sting
That we only speak while in a dream

How many of the lonely shall join my team,
In search of reciprocity from a warm being?
My heart is bursting at the seams

Yarn and thread fall like broken beams
To the floor, for such a foolish thing
To only speak to another while we dream

Love, the desperate poet's constant theme
Circular words repeated and create a ring
For a heart dried and broken or so it seems

In search of love seen through the gleam
Of hope that to visions I will no longer cling
We only speak while I lay in dreams
For that my heart bursts at its seams
Written 11/06/10