Don't look down; you might fall.
Reimagining an older poem of mine.
This is a poem I found today while looking through some of my old journals. The Master's Rhyme, which I used in a previous post, came out of an ending stanza that I cut from the version below.
It's exactly how it sounds.
I had just rediscovered the beauty of rhyming poetry, and I wasn't sure what to do with it or myself except come up with line after line after line in hopes of finding one that might be worthy or unworthy enough to become a poem.
I was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce a couple weeks ago, and there is this scene where he wakes up with half of a Villanelle formed in his head. The point of this post is my curiosity at the form of the villanelle. If you can do the villanelle well, it is a beautiful and comforting cadence of rhyme and line. I am including three villanelles below for your enjoyment and discussion.