A villanelle, and not a very good one. So much to say, and so many constraints on saying it. But the villanelle is the most difficult poem I write and I felt he deserved the effort.
Lost Star
The man who fell to earth with paisley eyes
Chameleon genie bound to earth with song
The stars are turning black and Ziggy sighs
Can labyrinthine turns have made him wise?
This alien world he’s suffered for so long?
This man who fell to earth with paisley eyes?
A demi-god with silken stardust ties
The man who sold the world a diff’rent song
The stars are turning black and Ziggy sighs
Fast fame and changes came as a surprise
His music’s swirling colors held him strong
The man who fell to earth with paisley eyes
Sightlessly staring into fading skies
He tremors, screaming soundlessly and long
The stars are turning black and Ziggy sighs
Major Tom bows out, lets go and flies
For death has dealt his body mortal wrong,
The man who fell to earth with paisley eyes;
The stars are turning black and Ziggy sighs.
Poetry by Nancy Sikora
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Written on 2016-01-12 at 16:45
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