PoetryAloud
Rhonda L. Brockmeyer Reads
Villanelle: Within These Hands
Turquoise seas edged in driftwood sands
Cautious, we walked upon this place Faint beats this heart within these hands To touch foot upon sacred lands Was nothing short of seeing grace Turquoise seas edged in driftwood sands Blindly, we feel the flowered strands Tears, down their petals pure, did trace Faint beats this heart within these hands Blackness wrapped Life with deadly bands Nature’s breath, Death came to replace Turquoise seas edged in driftwood sands Life lost from shore to hinterlands Destruction reigned Life’s haunted space Faint beats this heart within these hands The poets sung out their demands! The web undid the interlace Turquoise seas edged in driftwood sands Screaming voices shout reprimands To speak, ruins what we can’t replace… Turquoise seas edged in driftwood sands Faint beats this heart within these hands. |
Rhonda L. Brockmeyer
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