Every single damn time I write a poem, I tell myself, don’t share it. You can’t do anything with it once you do. Except self-publish it. But all my villanelles will eventually be in a book anyway. A self-published one because we’ve already established I don’t have the patience required for traditional publishing.
So, I guess, enjoy. Because I also like to share when I think I’ve written something good. (If you have no idea what I’m talking about, you’re probably not alone.)
Villanelle #27 By Michelle Garren-Flye I love the rain, need the sun… Can’t help the weather though. Oh, I really just want a bit of fun. Come with me, light one. Make time with you pass slow; let’s love the rain, need the sun. All that’s left for me is a crumb A bit of life—dare I to hope? I really just want a bit of fun. Incredibly, I once was young and took time to watch things grow… when I loved the rain, needed the sun. In time I know I will have won And life will return to its glow. Right now, I just want a bit of fun. When all is said and done I cannot wait to watch it all go. I love the rain, but I need the sun, And really, I just want a bit of fun.