Just how it is (Rondeau)

by Michael   Aug 27, 2019


Within these walls, of where I dwell
My life endures, a love-sick spell.
A little bird flies from the nest
with secrets not, beneath its crest.
The flies have fled, this place as well

No perfumed air or scents to smell,
no echoed coo’s, sing through this shell.
Upon my lips, no kiss is pressed
...within these walls

I cannot force, nor can compel
for love to free me from this spell.
In fate I trust, my soul be blessed
That love will come to aid my quest,
Then swear I shall, to kiss and tell.
...within these walls.

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  • 4 years ago

    by Michael

    Thank you all for such lovely comments :)

  • 4 years ago

    by Star

    I dont know how a Rondeau is written, regardless of what it is, what I am reading now fits the content. The sadness yet the positivity within your walls is felt from over the screens..
    :)

  • 4 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Beautifully written as a poetic piece regardless of form :) . Loved it. Glad to see it nominated Milly x

  • 4 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Glad to see you writing again, good fellow. This is, as ever, a disastrous attempt at the form, but full marks for trying...)

    Excellent, Michael.

  • 4 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    Beautiful and sad and so glad to see this nominated. You truly write from the heart. Hugs to you

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