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an epitaph I could live with, Canadian poet, Elaine Stirling, French medieval fixed verse, villanelle
~~a villanelle~~
I’ve always only ever been
as friends and kin will testify
the type to boldly wander in
to my delight and their chagrin
my motto is, explore or die!
I’ve always only ever been
indifferent to the public whim
of politics and what to buy.
The type to boldly wander in,
it fits me like a second skin.
The over-cautious bleed me dry.
I’ve always only ever been
attracted to the fiery rim.
It won’t be your fault if I fry.
The type to boldly wander in
knows, yes, that one day she’ll begin—
and boom! Living kills you, then you die.
I’ve always only ever been
the type to boldly wander in.
~~~
The only way, sometimes, to get rid of an annoying earworm such as “always only ever” is to quadruple it into a villanelle. Off you go, little worm…
© Elaine Stirling, 2017
Oceantics 
Villanell… looks like the edge of Ell… good work little bird… and thanks
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Thank you kindly, Clive, and Happy Spring! 🙂
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I’ve wondered what to do with those damned things. 🙂
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Try it next time, you’ll be amazed. Emerson said that poetry came to him from rhythmic sounds like horses pulling a carriage, or of simple walking. Even a squeaky shoe could launch a villanelle. 🙂
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“Heel and toe, full of woe…” 😉
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