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Dancing To The Tune: Poem
A villanelle
My life spins round and round like country dancers
Circling in and back, repeating timeless steps.
My mother died. I cannot have my questions answered.
Childhood years were full of games, and chanted
rhymes for luck to save me from the depths.
My life spins round and round like country dancers.
The world outside then beckoned me to take my chances
I rushed to leave the house where promises weren’t kept.
My mother died. I cannot have my questions answered.
The paths I blithely took at first seemed so enchanted
but each one was a maze that led me to regret.
My life spins round and round like country dancers.
The same mistakes kept rearing up like cobras taunted,
asking why I haven’t learned my lesson yet.
My mother died. I cannot have my questions answered.
The memories I hold are cobweb-thin and haunted
I’ve searched for clues in dreams each night I’ve slept
My life spins round and round like country dancers.
My mother died. I cannot have my questions answered.
