(The prompt mentioned 'the last word'. It made me think of last words. My cousin Max passed away this month. At the funeral, my heart ached to hold my wife and never let go. The challenge of a Villanelle mentioned the famous example of Dylan's "The Dying of the light". This is what come out.)
"With a flash the light goes out"
For the cowboy shot it in my western book.
Yeehaw! it makes me want to shout.
Oh baby! It makes me want to shout.
She lassoed me with one sweet sultry look.
Now I'd do anything to stop her pout.
I knew I wanted her without a shred of doubt.
She hangs her bathrobe on the bedroom door hook.
With a flash the light goes out.
Hallelujah! It makes me want to shout.
As the candle of time warms our little nook.
I must suck it's marrow while the moment is about.
For I know there's one desperado I can not rout.
It is death, that pale silent crook.
Curse you! It makes me want to shout.
With a sigh the light goes out.
I like how you took the form and changed it to make it your own.
ReplyDeleteFresh language, fine formal poetic form, the energy of pure emotion. The poem stands on its own. You could put the explanation after the poem, so the words sing true and the context follows. Good stuff. Sorry about your loss.
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