I Wake Up and I am Dreaming (villanelle)

I wake up and I am dreaming
Walking brisk on seaside trail
Full moon on the water gleaming

Falling stars in black sky streaming
Such is my midnight’s tale
I wake up and I am dreaming

Ocean waves the sand redeeming
Full force wind a salty gale
Full moon on the water gleaming

Thermal currents flight paths scheming; Eagle’s call a primal screaming
Freefall to the sea below; Direction altered by feathered tail
I wake up and I am dreaming

Pulsing sea below is teeming
Krill effervescent, Life abundant feeds the whale
Full moon on the water gleaming

Are these things real or are they seeming
On air and water I do sail
I wake up and I am dreaming
Full moon on the water gleaming

6 responses to “I Wake Up and I am Dreaming (villanelle)

  1. Good effort. Well done for finding all the rhymes for ‘dreaming’ too. :p I enjoyed reading very much.

  2. I love the flow of it…
    I could see the eagle soar!
    thanks for sharing this beautiful post.

  3. I changed it some…I wasn’t repeating line 3 as the form requires. I hope that the flow is still ok.

    Thanks for your comments!!

  4. Well done! I like the impressionistic quality — the strong images.

  5. Lovely!

    Billy Collins (former American poet laureate) invented a form called the “paradelle” as kind of a parody of the villanelle (the story can be found here). Here’s a poem from his collection Picnic, Lightning.

    Paradelle for Susan
    Billy Collins

    I remember the quick, nervous bird of your love.
    I remember the quick nervous bird of your love.
    Always perched on the thinnest, highest branch.
    Thinnest love, remember the quick branch.
    Always nervous, I perched on your highest bird the.

    It is time for me to cross the mountain.
    It is time for me to cross the mountain.
    And find another shore to darken with my pain.
    And find another shore to darken with my pain.
    Another pain for me to darken the mountain.
    And find the time, cross my shore, to with it is to.

    The weather warm, the handwriting familiar.
    The weather warm, the handwriting familiar.
    Your letter flies from my hand into the waters below.
    Your letter flies from my hand into the waters below.
    The familiar water below my warm hand.
    Into handwriting your weather flies you letter the from the.

    I always cross the highest letter, the thinnest bird.
    Below the waters of my warm familiar pain,
    Another hand to remember your handwriting.
    The weather perched for me on the shore.
    Quick, your nervous branch flew from love.
    Darken the mountain, time and find was my into it was with to to.

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