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Thank you one and all for the various wonderful responses and tangents to the wheel barrow diptych, and the blog photograph, etc. Ironically, while leading a workshop of elders, I decided for the first time in my mostly Black Mountain - NY School- West Coast (USA) shaped writing life -for the group to take on the challenge of a Villanelle. And that I would write one, too. It was absolute fun, he confesses, tho I suspect I broke a few of the rules. Appreciate any comments, or whatever!! Water romps back to charm its source She sings like an angel, hot tar ablaze, her syllables shimmer Something got broken, tortured of course The pregnant doe tangled in barbwire does not flourish Its golden hide in cold spotted blood once at full simmer Water romps back to charm its source A ring of bone loves a heart that is porous The monkıs forehead sweats into a shiny glimmer Something got broken, tortured of course Three wicked brothers are singularly and totally boisterous A beat-up brother is possessed by a sustained tremor Water romps back to charm its source Something got broken, tortured of course Love touches an angel, no one hears the doe whimper One gathers the Republic to say itıs gotten terrible, even worse The dispersed and estranged scatter to gather a new chorus Gold and silver voices rise on high to cast out the dimmer Water romps back to charm its source Something got broken, tortured of course. Stephen Vincent http://stephenvincent.net/blog/