Villanelle--The Conundrum

I found this villanelle I wrote during undergrad which I remember being quite proud of at the time. This was my first and only attempt at writing one. I think I'm still rather fond of it. It's about coming out...or struggling to, I suppose. I named it "The Conundrum". A bit on the nose, eh?


"The Conundrum"

I know of fire and so well of rain
They both consume and inside burn so slow
There is a loss but also there is gain

Always an indicator is the pain
It helps to think that it might help you grow
I know of fire and so well of rain

The flames devour making you insane
Then hopeful rivers from the mind will flow
There is a loss but also there is gain

How surely then might you take my refrain
The truth is something never to let go
I know of fire and so well of rain

Ignited now so far past the mundane
The drizzle starts and better I should know
Fragility has passed with strength to claim

A balance there is ever to attain
The war inside tossed always to and fro
I know of fire and so well of rain
There is a loss but also there is gain

Poem--“This Is Some Dr. Seuss Bullshit”

I haven't posted on my literary blog since 2010. I guess there wasn't much to write about during all that time. Here's a new poem called “This Is Some Dr. Seuss Bullshit”. It is named as such because that was the response I got to my first draft of this poem. Apparently, I shouldn't try to make things rhyme. You might recognize some themes, it's all part of the same story.




“This Is Some Dr. Seuss Bullshit”



A decade you sat, crushing my chest with your smiles

All my words down on pages can’t catch up to your miles

You built better walls while I tried letting go

Neither escaping our endless slideshow


Time brought us closer as we drifted apart

Ten silly words and you hand back my heart

Sharing laughs over coffee like old times once more

This time I can kiss you without starting a war


Resting my head on the Sun’s promise anew

Truly nothing has ever been as easy as you

The void is now starved as love takes its win

We shall finally live out my “what might have been”