I was playing with a poetic form called the ‘Villanelle’. The Villanelle is made up of five tercets (3 line stanzas) , and one quatrain (four line stanza) , with two ines that are repeated in each stanza (not much to do, right?).
This is my Villanelle:
WORDS FOR THE SYNTHESISERS
Don’t say it’s easy being a tree,
on any kind of day,
a tree is the hardest thing to be.
With my nemesis constantly
beating against my bark, making me sway.
A tree: it’s the hardest thing to be
when you have to wait and see
if the rain will fall like tears or sun rays.
Do you still think it’s easy being a tree?
Hoping that the sun shines on me,
if it shines, just so I can live. They
can’t say it’s easy being a tree.
When the sky unleashes its cold burdens mercilessly
and I can’t fight to keep the ice away
from my roots. It’s hard being a tree.
A slave to nature, a human’s necessity,
Hurt by hands that stifle life to use and abuse me.
When I live in a constant struggle, don’t say it’s easy being a tree.
We battle each day with rest. A tree is the hardest thing to be.
If you want to look at more Villanelles, here is a link. (I think my favourite is by Dylan Thomas).
*Featured image from: © Mayo Wynne Baxter LLP.