It could have been, maybe, it might have been
Deep dive to sea of passion, leading to a chapel
Who knows but the wind, spinning tales with grin
It began with friendly banter, light as pins
Harmless I thought, but for you, a secret, an apple
Oh - what could have been, maybes or ifs of
Had you looked at me, not with a twinkle of a pal
Had I taken a small bite of your blushing-red proposal
Who knows but the wind, spinning tales with grin
I remember your face, filled with sunlight, a bean
Shivering with energy, the look of an open book - I missed..
it. It could have been, maybe, it might have been
Had you held my hand, so boldly in another time
Spinning me in a dance, kissing me up my spine-
Whew! Maybe the wind knew, spinning tales with grin
Rewinding the clock, our paths entwined
Would lead us - here - our hearts bespoked-
It could be another tale to "might have been"
Only the wind knows, spinning tales with grin
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics, After St. Valentine Left the Building, hosted by Sarah Connor. Thanks for the visit.
What a delight!!
ReplyDeleteOh I love how you told the story... I wonder how many might have been there is in a life time... sometimes I think we just never know... the imagery of the wind is so fitting to a Villanelle.
ReplyDeleteOh - a villanelle - perfect for a story of one step forward, one step back. I like your apple imagery, too - the fruit of temptation. Really well done.
ReplyDeleteSuch a light touch with this. You nailed the prompt, Grace. My favorite part:
ReplyDelete"I remember your face, filled with sunlight, a bean
Shivering with energy, the look of an open book"
ReplyDeleteHad you looked at me, not with a twinkle of a pal .....the whispered regrets...the sensual thoughts...just too late...so nicely done...
You took my breath away with this one, Grace! Exquisitely drawn!💝💝
ReplyDeleteonly the wind knows . . .
ReplyDeletebeautiful.
Those tales told to the wind speak of many lost possibilities...
ReplyDeleteForgive me, but you "breezed" through this form, Grace!
ReplyDelete"Only the wind knows" yes indeed
ReplyDeleteNice one
Much love...
Everybody loves that "wind" line. Count me in on that; and the rest of the poem, too!
ReplyDeleteWow! A brilliant write!
ReplyDeleteThe wistful energy of the almost-enacted is so wistful and teasing -- not hurtful or deep but an enchanting thought -- the breeze of eros skipping between two people and then moving on. Delightful response to the challenge, Grace.
ReplyDeleteoh only the wind will ever know. lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteSo many unknowns in life. I like this dance with apples.
ReplyDeleteWonderful! Enjoyed the mood of this poem…
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteSo well written--this villanelle flowed. It's like a fairy tale, this story of missed connections.
ReplyDeleteA lovely, rhythmic dance of opportunity missed, but later rued. Haven't we all been there, on one side or the other? I love the free form villanelle.
ReplyDeleteNicely done. I wrote about the aim but did not post it, because You did.
ReplyDeleteI like the idea that the might-have-beens work both ways.
ReplyDeleteThe answer is blowin' in the wind! Nicely done Grace. I enjoyed your repeats of the wind spinning tales with a grin!
ReplyDeletethank you for sharing
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done, Grace!
ReplyDeleteYour words danced light as a breeze in a villanelle about might have beens.
ReplyDeleteWonderful words!
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