i am scattered everywhere so many thoughts so little time to discover folly to play, laugh, find joy to be foolish and fool hearty i want to frolic in the flower fields run my fingers through your hair i am your folly your freedom your spirit your canvas your muse
i try to take deep breaths and allow the world to be but i swear this life will be the death of me
the gurus say wake up and simply let go but i'm reminded "as above so below" storm clouds are brewing overhead i'm beginning to believe we've been mislead by social media, the news and all the talking heads the conflicting opinions and fake stories they spread
i must reclaim my life and cancel my subscriptions to cable tv, facebook, twitter and simply listen
to the healing sounds of mother earth, the rivers and the trees when i die, let mother nature be the death of me
oh, how i suffer for my sanity i shall paint the swirling clouds at midnight as colors change hues in my fantasy
i fear i've lost touch with reality trees and daffodils are my last delight oh, how i suffer for my sanity
my art reflects an inner duality i taunt, tease and abuse my muse in spite as colors change hues in my fantasy
my nightmares are fraught with calamity flaming flowers that brightly blaze the light oh, how i suffer for my sanity
sands of time measure my morality i no longer desire to be polite as colors change hues in my fantasy
i swallowed the pill of profanity i no longer have the lust for this fight oh, how i suffer for my sanity as colors change hues in my fantasy
~ Elizabeth Anne Ives
The NaPoWriMo prompt for day five is to write a poem that incorporates at least one of the following: the villanelle form, lines taken from an outside text, and phrases that oppose each other in some way.
I've attempted all three. The villanelle form consists of 19 lines, a rhyming scheme and repeating phrases - it's like putting a puzzle together. I hope my puzzle makes sense. I also included lines from one of my favorite songs, Starry Starry Night, about the life and death of artist, Vincent van Gogh. And, finally, phrases that oppose one another as in suffering for our sanity while living in a fantasy. I hope you enjoyed the poem. And for a final treat ... enjoy a Starry Starry Night.