Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Villanelle on the Craft: A Personal Confession

Look! Another 205 poem! Enjoy!



Villanelle on the Craft: A Personal Confession

by Andrew Blatt

I wrote this poem using golden ink.
And though it shouldn’t matter much at all,
It makes it easier for me to think.

Sometimes it decides will I float or sink,
Whether words will flow or slow to a crawl.
I wrote this poem using golden ink.

It takes my reasoning mind to the brink.
My science and my art locked in a brawl.
I find that that is just the way I think.

It has to fit into some kind of link,
Like black for fact or auburn for the Fall.
I wrote this poem using golden ink.

With the proper pen and the proper ink,
I can write stories great and stories small.
A consequence of the way that I think.

Kaleidoscope worlds where chairs and lamps think,
Strange worlds where the fish rule over us all,
I wrote this poem using golden ink.
And that made it much easier to think.

3 comments:

Renee Leyburn said...

"It has to fit into some kind of link,
Like black for fact or auburn for the Fall."
Nice.

Benji said...

I am a fan of this poem as well. Upon my next venture to West Lafayette, I shall desire a signed copy.

luckeyfrog said...

My favorite part was "My science and my art locked in a brawl."