A little boat drifting on the grey, grey sea,
A villanelle about regret
A little boat drifting on the grey, grey sea,
Still holds its course though land, it draws it near.
My heart creaks on for what could never be.
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The tide drags murmurs from the deep to me—
Old vows dissolved in brine before they clear.
A little boat drifting on the grey, grey sea,
.
Your face surfaces in every crest I see,
A pale reflection sharpened by my fear.
My heart creaks on for what could never be.
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The days move on, indifferent in their spree,
Yet grief keeps circling back, sincere, severe—
A little boat drifting on the grey, grey sea,
.
The gulls cry out their raw soliloquy,
A lamentation only I can hear.
My heart creaks on for what could never be.
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And so it swims, that endless part of me,
Afloat in longing, tethered to this sphere—
A little boat drifting on the grey, grey sea.
My heart creaks on for what could never be.
About the Creator
Ella Bogdanova
Drop by drop I mourn the sea.

Comments (6)
What a stunning Villanelle, Ella; congratulations on your win❣ Personal stand-out lines: 🌹 "The tide drags murmurs from the deep to me" "The gulls cry out their raw soliloquy" "
Beautifully melodious. I too mourn the sea. ⛵ Well deserved win. 💐
Congratulations! Full of longing… I especially like: “The gulls cry out their raw soliloquy, A lamentation only I can hear. My heart creaks on for what could never be.”✅
Wooohooooo congratulations on your win! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
heartbreaking and beautiful
Hauntingly beautiful