I found this particular poem form one night after I’d given up counting sheep and went down the rabbit hole of late night googling!
The villanelle is a highly structured poem of French origins. In poetry speak, it’s made up of five tercets followed by a quatrain, and for an added degree of difficulty – two repeating rhymes and two refrains.
Below is perhaps the one and only villanelle I will ever write!
The best of the day
I hear the clock, minutes ebbing away
Taking the memories I am forgetting
As I try to make the best of each day.
I am not deaf to what people say
As I pull against the direction in which I am heading,
Struggling to find my best in each day.
Lovers don’t like to put effort into the play-
They want beauty, if ever so fleeting:
Parading me as a best catch of the day.
Who believe, want to stay
If they knew my thoughts (unsettling).
Instead they leave to find their own new day.
And so I am aine again, forgetting more than I say
With time my enemy, one I am not defeating-
Realising that the best has already left my day.
I could get down on my knees and pray
But lazy gods are to bored to start meddling.
And I know this could be my last best day
Accepting that it is my best last day.