These days….

I usually write free verse, but during this tumultuous period of Covid19 and politics and strangeness, I am taking comfort from traditional forms of poetry. When stressed, I turn to iambic pentameter, I guess.

I am intrigued by the complexity and simplicity of the villanelle form. Famous ones include Roethke’s “Waking” and Dylan Thomas’s “Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night.” Repeated lines, repeated rhymes….it’s a kind of haunting form. Tercets and a quatrain and all that good stuff.

The new publication GRAND LITTLE THINGS just published my latest villanelle. Many thanks to Patrick Fey, the editor.

Photo by Barbara Green

You can read it using the link or below.

https://grand-little-things.com/2020/10/04/villanelle-2020-by-gabriella-brand/

                Villanelle 2020

Each day, these days, I make the time for grief
It's not just sadness, but a form of prayer:
I watch the world unfolding, turn its leaf.

A plague marauding, silent like a thief,
The cities stilled, a waiting in the air
Each day, these days, I make the time for grief

Autumn comes,the grain encased in sheaf
I don't remember harvest quite so rare
I watch the world unfolding, turn its leaf.

Things falls apart, renew,and test belief
I search for hope, and dance against despair
Each day, these days, I make the time for grief

Because I know that permanence is brief
And filaments are fragile, prone to wear
I watch the world unfolding, turn its leaf

I ride the breeze, the stars, to find relief
Acknowledge kindness when I see it there
Each day, these days, I make the time for grief
I watch the world unfolding, turn its leaf.

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Gabriella Brand

Gabriella Brand is a writer, adventurer, and educational consultant. She can't stop teaching and learning foreign languages. She would like to walk on all the continents (three more to go!). Her husband is extremely patient and her children are, fortunately, all grown up.

7 thoughts on “These days….”

  1. *Beautiful*, Gabriella, thank you. I’m so glad to be on your list. Hope you are well, and hope to hear you on next Sisters call. love, Debbie

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  2. Gabriella,

    Thank you for this gorgeous poem. Not only its beauty, but your wisdom in saying out loud what we are not addressing collectively: the grief of these days. Ah, women with wisdom and brave words!

    This above reply may strike you as odd (especially the brave part), but in our country where we have magical thinking that death of anything is optional, it needs to be proclaimed…and how poetically you do that!!!

    Bisous, Beth

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  3. I don`t remember much of what I learned about poetry in school, but the phrase which has always stuck in my head is because of the sound – iambic pentameter.I like this poem.Thanks for letting me see your work, I appreciate it.Judy

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  4. It’s beautifully written, Gabriella, but ever so sad. I’ve waited to respond, so I could think about what to say.  Fall can be a melancholy time even without so much around us to warrant grief, but I have to choose not to make it part of my life on a daily basis. Small things that bring happiness….the kids in the neighborhood on their bikes, or who stop to chat as Carole and I walk, my daughter-in law who drove up from Larchmont to deliver the Corgi granddog for a few days, so we could have something lovable to snuggle, my granddaughter who writes for the newspaper at the U of Michigan, and sent us something she just had published, this beautiful cool weather…….. I hang on tightly each day to something positive, lovely,  funny, whatever…. That’s the only way I can cope.

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