Perhaps the way I write is wrong – a Villanelle

Perhaps the simple way I write is wrong.
I search my heart, put pen to page, move on.
By simply writing, can I right all wrongs?

At times I simply wish to share my song
and once it leaves, I feel my work is done:
perhaps the simple way I write is wrong.

I am inspired by simple things, among
the trees, I often stand alone.
By simply writing, can I right all wrongs?

And though a thousand thoughts in maelstrom throng
my mind, this poem remains, alone:
perhaps the simple way I write is wrong.

And I have sought another’s love too long:
what love remains once all that’s fled and gone?
By simply writing, can I right all wrongs?

I think I’ve found a place where I belong
among this field of words, of loves I’ve known:
Perhaps the simple way I write is wrong,
unless, by writing, I can right some wrongs.

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  1. I have found the villanelle to be an extremely difficult form to write well. I’ve only written two that I considered successful, in 15 years of writing, so my I admire what you have done here, especially your choice of anchor line (and title). I might gently suggest that the way you write is awfully fine.

  2. I really loved this… simple yet it circles around the way a good villanelle should. There are elements of both dance and labyrinths here and the double repetition when you read with write and right that unfurled in the last stanza is stunning.

  3. This is gorgeously thought-provoking, Ingrid! I especially like; “And though a thousand thoughts in maelstrom throng my mind, this poem remains, alone.”💝💝

  4. That’s so uniquely written. You played it well! I really loved the main line – Perhaps the simple way I write is wrong.

      1. The same I didn’t use Facebook until this group! It’s reasonable!
        But I need such connections now for my blog, so I joined there. But I don’t know for how long! Because I feel unsafe too!
        Anyways, hope to see you around! 🙂

  5. Love nod to Elizabeth Bishop’s “One Art,” at least in the flower-shade of the same conundrum. What else can we do but write it? And how much has the world or love or both changed? Almost none IMO; but we are dancers of the word and our labyrinths are the worlds we must sing. You put it plainly and care for it sweetly. With a mother’s care.

  6. Love the rhythm in your Villanelle. And these lines in particular: ‘And though a thousand thoughts in maelstrom throng
    my mind, this poem remains, alone:’ And, of course, no it’s not!

  7. Villanelles are close to my heart in form poetry, and this is an exquisite one, because of the skill you have displayed in assembly, but also because your choice of repeating phrases is so spot on. It echoes itself just as it should, yet also prompts the subtle changes it needs to work faultlessly. The content is as seamless and right as the execution. A fine poem.

  8. I think I’ve found a place where I belong
    among this field of words, of loves I’ve known

    Words are powerful and can do a lot of good or harm depending on how they are used! Well done Ingrid.

  9. I listened to you read this last night Ingrid. I think the Villanelle is a perfect form for those questions and answers that we present to ourselves. This flowed beautifully a d I enjoyed it very much. One of these Thursday OLNs I will hopefully be able to participate. Scheduling is difficult for me right now but I would love to be part of it. ☺️💕

  10. Well done in this intricate form. I think you write just fine. Enjoyed reading and as well hearing you read this poem.
    Happy you dropped by my blog

    Much💖love

  11. This poem is beautiful, Ingrid. And you read it so well. I love the line about the maelstrom. And I believe by writing you can right some wrongs because it promotes understanding. So many misunderstandings can be resolved through honest communication and just voicing one’s truth. As a wordsmith, you can put into words what someone else can’t, someone who struggles with words.

    And your son’s poem was so cute! Though I personally avoid Blackpool if I can help it! 😂

  12. Beautiful Ingrid!

    “At times I simply wish to share my song
    and once it leaves, I feel my work is done:
    perhaps the simple way I write is wrong.

    I am inspired by simple things, among
    the trees, I often stand alone.
    By simply writing, can I right all wrongs?”

    I think your reflections linger in hearts and minds with food for thought righting wrongs. nicely done🙏❣️

  13. Clever, beautiful, and meaningful. Whatever we do, whatever we write, reveals a part of us. it is good to read something written by a person with good intentions. It lifts us up above the petty annoyances of life. Thank you, Ingrid! <3

  14. Wow oh wow. Sooooooo talented.

    Get out of my head, Ingrid! This poem hit a sweet spot inside of me. That last stanza was the perfect ending.

    But right before it: “And I have sought another’s love too long” is an arrow. Maybe writing will save the day. I’ve thought that very thought so many times.

    I really appreciate your gift. A constant delight and surprise.

  15. (I think I accidentally deleted my last comment so I’ll do it again!)

    This poem hit a sweet spot with me. I really appreciate your talent. Your work is educated, moving, delightful, and often surprising.

    The last stanza sums the whole perfectly. But the stanza immediately preceding that one–“And I have sought another’s love too long” pierced like an arrow. Perhaps writing can save me, save us, save the damn day. I’ve often thought these very things but you have said it so eloquently.

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