Villanelle


Spin The Race

Spin the race as a condition
While hour glass sands erase
What is left of supposition

Shoulders shrink from attrition
With an intricate loss of grace
Spin the race as a condition

Wonder’s last gasp of affliction
Love won and lost by the decade
While hour glass sands erase

Conflict decides each action
Erodes safety with its taste
Spin the race as a condition

Peace is a time with no sanction
Solitary silence has no place
Spin the race as a condition
While hour glass sands erase




Poetry by Kee Zealy The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-05-31 at 09:23

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Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
Ooh i love your take on the villanelle. masterfully done.
2026-05-31