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Doris' Torment - A Villanelle Of The Rose | Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu


POEM 298: DORIS' TORMENT - A VILLANELLE OF THE ROSE

Doris couldn't stop thinking about the rose
It was just so black and mellow
But she could never forget the hose

That morning, Doris was shocked by the pose
She had to calm herself with a marshmallow
Doris couldn't stop thinking about the rose

Later, Doris was spooked by a prose
She tried to focus on a fellow
But she could never forget the hose

Alex tried to distract her with a transpose
Said it was time to start thinking about a martello
Doris couldn't stop thinking about the rose

Doris took action like an expose
The rose was like a toxic jello
But she could never forget the hose

Doris nosedived like a tricky chose
Her mind became dangerously yellow
Doris couldn't stop thinking about the rose
But she could never forget the hose

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This is a type of poetry known as Villanelle.
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  1. The Daily TaleNovember 7, 2018 at 4:25 AM

    With their strict rhyming structure, villanelles are hard, but the way Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu plucks 'marshmallow', 'fellow', 'martello', 'jello', 'yellow', out of the English language is simply sublime.

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    1. Stefn Sylvester AnyatonwuNovember 7, 2018 at 4:35 AM

      True that, villanelles are hard to compose. This is my first attempt at it after several trials. Thanks for your comment. I appreciate.

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  2. Enid KibblerNovember 7, 2018 at 4:27 AM

    I just don't feel Doris's love for the rose.

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    1. Stefn Sylvester AnyatonwuNovember 7, 2018 at 4:36 AM

      She had more affection for the hose, than she did for her rose.
      Sad one, if you ask me.
      Thanks, Kibbler, for commenting.

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  3. Zob GloopNovember 7, 2018 at 4:28 AM

    The verse about Alex gave me chills!

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