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Peace Like a Fire: A Villanelle

Peace is like a fire, hard to create and easy to extinguish

Love, hope, and joy are likely to happen, but peace is uncertain

But I’ll hold onto my piece of peace right now

 

Peace is when before my Almighty God I bow my knee

But life gets too overwhelming and my un-cried tears are as vast as the ocean

Peace is like a fire, hard to create and easy to extinguish

 

All I yearn for is equanimity

But thoughts become too large and my mind is swollen

But I’ll hold onto my piece of peace right now

 

I know peace when I play with my puppy

Or when I am surrounded by cello music I listen

Peace is like a fire, hard to create and easy to extinguish

 

Serenity comes to me when I am lost in my “bookie”

Peace comes to me when soft winter snow I see as far as the horizon

But I’ll hold onto my piece of peace right now

 

It is so hard to breathe when life gets so busy

But sometimes the small unexpected gives you a little oxygen

Peace is like a fire, hard to create and easy to extinguish

But I’ll hold onto my piece of peace right now

 

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Pixabay/user:Darelle

 


 

This was my first poem in NaPoWriMo, but my second time in the competition. I am hoping to not do it as vigorous as last year with fifty posts in one month but to fun with it. Enjoy a poem a day for the rest of the month! 🙂

 

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Like Lapping, Crashing Ocean Waves: A Villanelle Poem

On this husk I show no qualms

But in my mind, I have confusing thought

Like lapping, crashing ocean waves, the thoughts keep on coming

 

Destroying my world while lighting my path, I let my soul burn

Peaceful raindrops and bullets firing, I am in the middle of the onslaught

On this husk I show no qualms

 

In my midnight prayers, “Give me direction,” I yearn

But when direction had come, I’m afraid, I may have fought

Like lapping, crashing ocean waves, the thoughts keep on coming

 

With all this life and it’s perceptions, will control I learn?

Will past experiences and soothing songs tell me what is to be taught?

On this husk I show no qualms

 

Not following the recipe, ingredients do churn

Mixing, mixing, mixing which should naught

Like lapping, crashing ocean waves, the thoughts keep on coming

 

I cannot show my questions and confusion for that would arise concern

So I will float in the space of my mind like an astronaut

On this husk I show no qualms

Like lapping, crashing ocean waves, the thoughts keep on coming

 

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Pixabay/Fotari70DX


 

This piece is being published in Creative Communications Poetry Contest Winter 2015!