Villanelle of Orange

Villanelle of Orange

 

Obvious oblivions wept coral.

All shall fear the striking of the orange fates.

Bergamot nectar drenched the immortal.

 

Tangerine suns begin the old quarrel

While they locked myriad mandarin gates.

Obvious oblivions wept coral.

 

Peach traditions that should have been oral

Lay within the cold sunset which forsakes.

Bergamot nectar drenched the immortal.

 

Apricot masses opened the portal,

All for the marmalade book of hates.

Obvious oblivions wept coral.

 

The elders judged the pumpkins amoral.

Wearied and sore the father salmon waits.

Bergamot nectar drenched the immortal.

 

Fire lilies blossom near the laurel.

Lucid deceptions pervade all the stakes.

Obvious oblivions wept coral.

Bergamot nectar drenched the immortal.

Villanelle of Gray

Villanelle of Gray

 

The pale silver ring lost its fortitude

While volcanic ash infiltrated day.

All that’s left now is my gray solitude.

 

She watched the calm storm from her granite dune

But the clouds broke up and wandered astray.

The pale silver ring lost its fortitude.

 

Smoke gracefully danced to the haunting tune

While lovers shed tears in this steel ballet.

All that’s left now is my gray solitude.

 

The pewter bone bent with a swollen mood.

Her heart of charcoal eroded away.

The pale silver ring lost its fortitude.

 

Even the dry rocks abandoned their moon.

Luna’s rich fog had been starting to sway.

All that’s left now is my gray solitude.

 

Nothing has stopped my lone shady prelude.

Perhaps these clear tears shall erase yesterday.

The pale silver ring lost its fortitude.

All that’s left now is my gray solitude.

Villanelle of Purple

Villanelle of Purple

 

By using amethysts she casts her spell.

She’ll change all the clouds to burgundy shades,

All for this cryptic purple villanelle.

 

Some say she was born in an eggplant hell.

Others say she was raised with lilac slaves.

By using amethysts she casts her spell.

 

As a young girl she played lavender shells,

Making friends with mystic tanzanite waves,

All for this cryptic purple villanelle.

 

She gazed at violets by the sacred tell.

Phoenician hues dyed all her sharpened blades.

By using amethysts she casts her spell.

 

She uncovered secrets where the plums dwell,

Where ultraviolet light creeps into graves,

All for this cryptic purple villanelle.

 

By the power of irises she fell.

She was wounded beneath the darkened caves.

By using amethysts she casts her spell,

All for this cryptic purple villanelle.

Villanelle of Green

Villanelle of Green

 

We must not leave the jade tigress alone.

The teal faery has powerful magic.

“Emerald Eyes” will be on my tombstone.

 

A four-leaf clover can never atone

For what the deep green sea made quite tragic.

We must not leave the jade tigress alone.

 

Deep in the jungle she finds a jaw bone

Which leopards say was made with lime plastic.

“Emerald Eyes” will be on my tombstone.

 

The peridot tiger lets out a moan.

Surely he knows that the grass is caustic.

We must not leave the jade tigress alone.

 

The elf of sage bows down to the sly crone.

The tigress eats chartreuse gnomes that are sick.

“Emerald Eyes” will be on my tombstone.

 

The turquoise mermaid lays claim to the zone

That is occupied by the light mystic.

We must not leave the jade tigress alone.

“Emerald Eyes” will be on my tombstone.

Villanelle of Black

Villanelle of Black

 

Tears fall down my face beneath starless skies.

The ebony song prevents my dark dreams.

My blackened heart longs for a red moonrise.

 

These ink stains I cannot rationalize.

They appeared along with my aphotic screams.

Tears fall down my face beneath starless skies.

 

Wishing for his dark obsidian eyes

I find myself in melancholy themes.

My blackened heart longs for a red moonrise.

 

I try to hide in this onyx disguise

But the shadowy ones see my extremes.

Tears fall down my face beneath starless skies.

 

Something within this stygian soul dies,

When faced with dark it’s more than it seems.

My blackened heart longs for a red moonrise.

 

One day the raven will hear all my sighs.

That is the day that lucidity beams.

Tears fall down my face beneath starless skies.

My blackened heart longs for a red moonrise.

Villanelle of White

Villanelle of White

 

The ivory coffins hear confessions.

Pearl necklaces encircle the silence.

Everyone join in the white processions.

 

Albino tresses are her impressions.

She made the crypt to have opalescence.

The ivory coffins hear confessions.

 

She carries titanium digressions,

Vanilla lilies with effervescence.

Everyone join in the white processions.

 

Anemic daughters are her obsessions.

Snow falls slowly with blind malevolence.

The ivory coffins hear confessions.

 

She acquires four chalky possessions

Wishing for some frosted benevolence.

Everyone join in the white processions.

 

No more alabaster indiscretions.

All that’s left is achromatic balance.

The ivory coffins hear confessions.

Everyone join in the white processions.

Villanelle of Red

Villanelle of Red

 

My vision is veiled by hues of scarlet.

Why all this red?  Is it triumph, defeat?

Perhaps vermillion’s a body’s regret.

 

Dark rouge is on the sad marionette,

Who wants crab apples for his nightly treat.

My vision is veiled by hues of scarlet.

 

Not sea but blood gathers near the inlet.

The bright cherries were meant to be complete.

Perhaps vermillion’s a body’s regret.

 

This red wine’s begun to make my mind fret.

Where is the ruby that’s meant for my feet?

My vision is veiled by hues of scarlet.

 

Wizards catch garnets in their tattered nets,

But magma’s invading their sole retreat.

Perhaps vermillion’s a body’s regret.

 

Crimson miasma is being bloodlet.

When will I have all the hues that are sweet?

My vision is veiled by hues of scarlet.

Perhaps vermillion’s a body’s regret.

Villanelle of Yellow

Villanelle of Yellow

 

 

Amber hills remind me of Othello,

Who once held the golden prize in his hand,

A victim of fate escaping yellow.

 

Pestilence spreads to the ochre willow.

Plague rises and falls much like the coarse sand.

Amber hills remind me of Othello.

 

I gaze at the nicotine-stained cello

Which the canary once thought was most grand,

A victim of fate escaping yellow.

 

Her blonde hair was not enough to follow,

Instead he just watches the mustard land.

Amber hills remind me of Othello.

 

The sunflower shoe made a good pillow

For the bronzed girl who was heavily tanned,

A victim of fate escaping yellow.

 

Saffron-hued leaves fall into the hollow.

Thus the tree was bare of color and bland.

Amber hills remind me of Othello,

A victim of fate escaping yellow.

Villanelle of Blue

Villanelle of Blue

 

Cyan infects my hidden sacrifice.

I’m forced into lapis lazuli dreams.

Deep blue waters swim within pale blue skies.

 

Sapphires gaze boldly at my green eyes.

They are as sacred as the cobalt streams.

Cyan infects my hidden sacrifice.

 

Give me hyacinths and reveal your lies,

Something to prove indigo’s what it seems.

Deep blue waters swim within pale blue skies.

 

I cannot remain in beryl disguise.

I wish I was free from cerulean screams.

Cyan infects my hidden sacrifice.

 

On the table there are robin egg dyes.

Why must I have them for azure moonbeams?

Deep blue waters swim within pale blue skies.

 

My sanity’s lost, filled with navy sighs.

Can I survive more variegated themes?

Cyan infects my hidden sacrifice.

Deep blue waters swim within pale blue skies.