when I saw thy tears glisten like a dove
after I roar’d, my words with anger flung
why oh why did I hurt thee whom I love?
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I spoke contritely from a heart undone
to restore not wound thou whom I have stung
when I saw thy tears glisten like a dove.
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but too slow, my apology overdone
alas to me thy heart no longer clung
why oh why did I hurt thee whom I love?
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how frail the priceless trail of love unglov'd
tender and sweet, my soul sick bell hast rung
when I saw thy tears glisten like a dove.
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thou wert mine till a fit of rage thou shunn’d
mislaid by failing to control my tongue
why oh why did I hurt thee whom I love?
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whisper'd I, might we try again to love
wash clean the slate, forget what I have done
when I saw thy tears glisten like a dove
why oh why did I hurt thee whom I love?
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John Cox
Twisted teller of mind bending tales. I never met a myth I didn't love or a subject that I couldn't twist out of joint. I have a little something for almost everyone here. Cept AI. Aint got none of that.
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Where's the Glory?
In breaking news, rehabilitated Republican Senator Johnnie Johnson (Pronouns: HE, HIM, HIS) called a press conference from the Men’s room of the New Orleans Louis Armstrong International Airport, Concourse B, across from the Ignatius Reilly’s Lucky Dog stand. The Senator had just returned from a sexual reorientation rehabilitation program in Memphis, TN after being publically disgraced at a Buckee’s Truckstop restroom soliciting sex from an undercover cop three months ago. He is a founding member of the Reformed Christians for Christ, a conservative, pro-family and ex-gay advocacy group. In the spirit of being reborn, Senator Johnson invited reporters to marvel at his plans for a major remodeling of airport bathrooms.
By Cathy Schieffelin5 days ago in Humor
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I mean, to be fair, I'd give this dude a second chance...
Roared — anger flung. Love the regret expressed, knowing now that she is the one whom you love. I can relate to the bit about 'thy heart no longer clung'. Love ungloved 🤯 The fourth tercet. Oh my. It's blush worthy. The rhythm was so spicy yet sad. Failing to control the tongue. The tongue is a restless evil full of deadly poison. It's hard to forgive what my husband says to me sometimes. But boy do I try to forgive quickly. This was outstanding as always, John 🤗 ❤️
Such a beautiful and lingering villanelle. Your writing is so lyrically appealing in so many ways. “How frail the priceless trail of love unglov'd” is a line that resonates deeply, its beauty giving way to a multitude of meanings. Well done. Best of luck in the villanelle challenge.
A well-wrought villanelle, John!
To me this is in a way quite musical with the repeated lines. Good job.
Honored to be the first to "like" this. Bravo.
Your repeated lines work so perfectly. Very well done!
Wonderful artwork, wonderful villanelle! Your repeated lines work so well.
Your use of repetition and rhythm gives this piece a haunting musicality. It reads like both confession and lament, tender yet deeply human.
This was so sad and emotional. Loved your poem!