Harley White


Ballad Of The Bouncing Self - Poem by Harley White

At times I, like a butterfly,
May flit from bloom to bloom,
Or with my whimsy set sky-high
To outer space may zoom.
And yet, when all's been said and done,
I follow what my fate has spun—
For some may strive and ne'er succeed,
While others simply do the deed.

A Muse impels me on a spree
Of whirling swirling craft
Where poems must not mean but be…
Until I'm going daft.
But words, albeit finely wrought,
Can only catch a passing thought—
For some may strive and ne'er succeed,
While others simply do the deed.

When my reality looks pale
I frolic in a theme
From vivid myth, folklore or tale,
Where dreams are what they seem.
And there where'er I romp and roam
I always feel a welcome home—
For some may strive and ne'er succeed,
While others simply do the deed.

I've often fallen to the ground
And picked myself back up.
I've hungered for a loving touch
And sipped from passion's cup.
My longings, cravings ruled my will;
Still never could I drink my fill—
For some may strive and ne'er succeed,
While others simply do the deed.

A life led wrong, though full of song,
Will cause us to regret,
When pondering the winters long,
Our faults we can't forget.
And then we're washed in bitter tears
For senseless youth and wasted years—
As some may strive and ne'er succeed,
While others simply do the deed.

I said I want to live before
I die, in villanelle,
To learn where lies true wisdom's door
And shun the gates to hell.
Yes, wayward ways can still begin
To seek and find the Way within—
For some may strive and not succeed,
While others simply do the deed.


(July 4,2014)


Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem makes a reference to a poem I wrote in 1994, called 'My Villanelle', which is also posted among my poems here on this site. It can also be viewed with its intended format at the [Poems etc.] link on my website at... harleywhite.awardspace.com/

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 6, 2014



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