Flaming Sheep: A Nightmare Villanelle by Toni Cross

 

Pulsing through my mind is nothing but fear

Running from a dream that stalks the edges of my sleep

I’m screaming and screaming where no one can hear

 

From the darkness, faces are pausing to leer

I fight towards consciousness, but I’m in too deep

Pulsing through my mind is nothing but fear

 

In this careening night, there’s no one to steer

I’m slipping on a cliff that is slick and too steep

I’m screaming and screaming where no one can hear

 

Wild flame of thought burning swift to sear

No counting can be done as I stare at blazing sheep

Pulsing through my mind is nothing but fear

 

Reality is thin; like oxygen it’s sheer

Bolting my eyes tightly, I will not steal a peep

I’m screaming and screaming where no one can hear

 

Fast breath, slow breath, gasping, acrid hot and clear

Daring into nothing, I quickly, blindly leap

Pulsing through my mind is nothing but fear

I’m screaming and screaming where no one can hear

 

 

What is a villanelle?

“The highly structured villanelle is a nineteen-line poem with two repeating
rhymes and two refrains. The form is made up of five tercets followed by a
quatrain. The first and third lines of the opening tercet are repeated
alternately in the last lines of the succeeding stanzas; then in the final
stanza, the refrain serves as the poem’s two concluding lines.”

For more, go to: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/5796

 

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Buy my time: A Villanelle by Toni L.A. Cross

Buy my time with words of love
Woo me with untold rewards
Coo to me, O possessive dove

Peel off my resistance like an over warm glove
Pull me near with seductive cords
Buy my time with words of love

Free me with a verbal shove
Rescue me from doubt’s hateful hordes
Coo to me, O possessive dove
Dread wary reserve I long to be free of
This questioning cynicism of my mind’s lords
Buy my time with words of love
Show me all your whispers are suggestive of

Let me slip away to your rewards
Coo to me, O possessive dove
From the depth, from the height, so high above

From that secret place where bliss accords
Coo to me, O possessive dove

Land of snow… A Villanelle by Toni Cross

 

An army, an army, those feet that trod

In this lonely independent land of snow

Challenging and waiting for an act of God

A race about to become a lightning rod
To wake sleeping ones down below
An army, an army, those feet that trod

Unyielding frozen sod
Furrowed hardened planting row
Challenging and waiting for an act of God

Ground filled with echoes of plowing hooves unshod
Will spring reach the frosty seeds they sow?
An army, an army, those feet that trod

 

Lining up like a firing squad
Listening for what our hearts know
Challenging and waiting for an act of God

No more fake peeling facade
Exposing our inner hidden foe
Challenging and waiting for an act of God

 

This Day: A Villanelle, By Toni L.A. Cross

Like honey on the tip of my tongue

Golden sunrise melting slowly

This day so wobbly legged young

Clouds floating where they are flung

Made of dripping newness wholly

Like honey on the tip of my tongue

Bashful daisies to fog have clung

Even pink worms don’t seem lowly

This day so wobbly legged young

Breathing heady baby breath into it’s lung

Wild fragrance of clover and moly

Like honey on the tip of my tongue

The free bird’s song must be sung

Any disruption would strike hard and unholy

This day so wobbly legged young

Even cobwebby star strands fadingly strung

Oh that this dawn could forever be-

This day so wobbly legged young

Midnight Eyes by Toni L.A. Cross

 

Midnight eyes in the shadows

Pinning souls to the wall

Haunting gaze strikes like arrows

 

Celestial globes hidden in hollows

Curtained dread begins to fall

Midnight eyes in the shadows

 

Swimming tears like little minnows

Bluish cast of watery pall

Haunting gaze strikes like arrows

Spilling brim of many sorrows

Watch the horrid pull enthrall

Midnight eyes in the shadows

 

In azure pain it wallows

Through blue pity it will crawl

 Haunting gaze strikes like arrows

Hear as lonely whisper billows

Listen to the keening mournful call

Haunting gaze strikes like arrows