- Hullo there. Another poem, because they're what I do when my brain doesn't work. Next post should be written the day it's posted, which mean probably far less thought will be put into it. Sorry about that.
This is a villanelle, which is, according to the illustrious Poets.org, "a nineteen-line poem with two repeating rhymes and two refrains. The form is made up of five tercets followed by a quatrain. The first and third lines of the opening tercet are repeated alternately in the last lines of the succeeding stanzas; then in the final stanza, the refrain serves as the poem's two concluding lines. Using capitals for the refrains and lowercase letters for the rhymes, the form could be expressed as: A1 b A2 / a b A1 / a b A2 / a b A1 / a b A2 / a b A1 A2."
Honestly, when I wrote this, I had the pattern for lines and repetitions sitting next to me so I wouldn't screw it up. I rather like it.
Strange things wait beyond every door
The world's grown strange as it's grown old
No one knows everything anymore
More and more, people grew bold
Knowing there's always more tale to be told
Strange things wait beyond every door
Secrets of the universe unfold
But still more multiply uncontrolled
No one knows everything anymore.
Though we write facts down, and grab ahold
Knowledge odder yet lurks out in the cold
Strange things wait beyond every door
Where once men could know all that was told
Fact's kith and kin have run and unrolled
No one knows everything anymore
Our calm piece of mind was long ago sold
For knowledge, or gold that begets ever gold
Strange things wait beyond every door
No one know everything anymore.
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