here are is a poem i wrote for class, it's called a villanelle, the format is hard but i tried and it turned out all right, hope you all are going to have a good holiday! yay for eggnog and nutmeg; enjoy:
Hold us together, where we ourselves carelessly lay
In autumn we sift and pick through leaves:
Our graves are dug for a coming winter day.
A troubled man rocks to and fro, with his flute he’ll play
Many blue notes which float and weave among trees;
Hold us together, where we ourselves carelessly lay.
A woman in fall turns to her spouse to relay:
“I know not what hides between the walls of these cities,
Our graves are dug for a coming winter day.”
When the mongrel cat flees where he may
A wandering rat, caught motionless in a corner pleas:
Hold us together, where we ourselves carelessly lay.
And I in my bed, am sent to nightmares that fray
Body, mind, and soul content with fulfillment need not to appease;
Our graves are dug for a coming winter day.
Stopped in thy heart, forever will it stay
A momentary shift, a solitary thought lifts away with the breeze
Hold us together, where we ourselves carelessly lay
Our graves are dug for a coming winter day.
