Into Dust (GRM)

A Villanelle

Tina Twito

These temporal things will crumble into dust.
These fickle moments skewered across the years.
Be wary, child, of where you put your trust.

You do not notice love disguising lust.
You seek the kiss you crave beneath the leers.
These temporal things will crumble into dust.

These shining wonders all begin to rust,
This new Pandora's box of subtler fears.
Be wary, child, of where you put your trust.

You'll find there is no bread beneath the crust.
You'll find that when you scream, nobody hears.
These temporal things will crumble into dust.

There's no true beauty where there's no disgust.
There's no true joy without the cleanse of tears.
Be wary, child, of where you put your trust.

You think my words decrepit and unjust.
You will not fear the heat until it sears.
These temporal things will crumble into dust.
Be wary, child, of where you put your trust.


Published by Tina Twito

I'm 39, with a wonderful husband (in Iowa), and a daughter who lives in NC with her hubby (love them both!). I write mostly children's stories and poetry (rhyming poetry, traditional poetry, haiku, but mostl...  View profile

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  • Dan Reveal2/29/2012

    Very unique and excellent!!

  • Walton S. Tissot12/8/2011

    Bravo!

  • Michele Starkey12/5/2011

    Well done. It is sometimes hard for children to heed the advice of their elders :) cheers (I know it was for me!)

  • Tina Twito12/1/2011

    Thanks all! Your comments mean a lot to me!

  • J L Carey Jr11/30/2011

    This poem was both breath taking and awe inspiring. I have said it and will continue to say it long after the publishers are kneeling at your feet, you are one of the most gifted poets of our time.

  • Delicia Powers11/30/2011

    Powerful poem written with great skill and feeling...

  • rama devi (Nina Marshall)11/30/2011

    WOW! Outstanding poem. Villanelles are not easy but you make them look smooth as silk. The content is deeply reflective and true.

    Every one of these lines, i wish I crafted myself-

    These fickle moments skewered across the years.
    There's no true joy without the cleanse of tears.
    You'll find there is no bread beneath the crust.
    There's no true beauty where there's no disgust.
    You will not fear the heat until it sears.

  • Trisha Hodges11/29/2011

    Villanelles are becoming my favorite types of poetry, nice work.

  • Harriet Steinberg11/29/2011

    You show great talent here. Villanelles are difficultr to write.

  • Martin Kloess11/29/2011

    excellent!!! give this comment to your special someone and ask a kiss from me.

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