Without You

Without you, life's a hole without a sock,

A fruitless rind, some coffee-grounds (no brew):

Sarcastic stars can only jeer and mock.

 

I miss those happy hours we'd sit and talk,

When love was young, faith fresh, and hope brand-new:

Without you, life's a hole without a sock.

 

Alone in a cold flat at three o'clock,

I write my villanelle (all about you):

Cynical stars deride, condemn, and mock.

 

Whether I listen to Britpop, classic rock,

Broadway or jazz, it's all one shade of blue:

Without you life's a hole without a sock.

 

I can't go back in time and take a walk

With the one delight I'd dare to label true:

Unsympathetic stars, why must you mock?

 

Dante's Italian, Arnaut Daniel's langue d'oc

Can't shape the praises that are your just due:

Merciless stars can sneer and snipe and mock--

Without you, life's a hole without a sock.

 





Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-11-22 at 09:45

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
I enjoyed this villanelle very much, even if it wasn't perfect. The sadness was so well expressed that I never even noticed there was one word that was off. I enjoy your villanelles very much. This was sentimental.
Ashe
2017-11-23


Sameen
I like the poem but

"Merciless starlight mocks me with its mock." I'm kinda iffy on this line. But there's not much you can do with the -ock rhyme
2017-11-22