Blair Mahoney: “Villanelle”

Photo by Alexey Erofeev

Poems should come easy, if they come at all.
But to wrest a poem from this brain of mine
Brings fears that I am heading for a fall.

I sit and judge and teach to heed the call
Those students whose creative sense is fine.
Poems should come easy, if they come at all.

The free verse they come up with can appal,
But any effort of my own is just a sign
That like them I am heading for a fall.

A metaphor should make your verse stand tall,
Straighten out its diction through its spine.
Poems should come easy, if they come at all.

Extend the image, if you have the gall,
Flex its muscles, stretch to the endocrine.
But too far and you’re heading for a fall.

I should just scrunch this poem into a ball,
And give up on it as too hard to refine.
Poems should come easy, if they come at all.
Try too hard and you’re heading for a fall.

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