Tuesday, October 11, 2011

October Villanelle


October Villanelle

Good thing pen and paper are always here in bed.
After a sleep hard and somber as bone,
Dim morning washes nightmares from my head.

I’ve heard the hour before dawn likened to lead.
Thereon I scratch weak words all to atone—
Good thing pen and paper are always here in bed.

Heat water for tea and then toast some bread;
Glance at computer screen and check my phone.
Dim morning washes nightmares from my head.

Leaves that now are so bright will soon be dead;
October maiden must become the crone.
Good thing pen and paper are always here in bed.

Not one thing I’ve accomplished, created, read
Could have prepared me for when glory’d gone.
Dim morning washes nightmares from my head,

But it’s dreams I want to lose in their stead;
There’s no disaster in being alone.
Good thing pen and paper are always here in bed.
Dim morning washes nightmares from my head.

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