Saturday, November 5, 2011

My Wedding Ring (an attempt at a villanelle poem)

Just because it is a ring
does not mean it belongs on my hand
you may say it’s a silly thing

to have the metal tabs cling
on your fingers from pop cans
because the skin is cut by that thing

and maybe those flower butter cookies sing
when on your taste buds they land
but on my fingers, I love wearing those things

they are less sticky than those pops of ring
and besides, I don’t need those ginormous and
pricey rocks on my ring

to me, love does not equal bling
it’s not labeled under some expensive brand
and doesn’t come wrapped in those little blue box things

in order to make my heart sing
all I need is a simple wedding band
your love will be a shining ring
a diamond of it’s own, around my heart lies that thing

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