I really like to write villanelles. Originally i tended to hate having to rhyme and keep meter, but this form, being the most structured type of poetry, sets easy guidelines that make it simple and fun. Here’s the one I wrote using the villanelle form:
The Writer
As life doth grow and bloom before my sight,
a chilling wind is felt within it’s wake.
Creation stirs inside the depth of night.
A form takes shape and moves through abstruse light,
the feeling chills my bones and I do quake,
as life doth grow and bloom before my sight.
Two eyes; they peer and search, their interest bright,
as though in pools sink details that they take.
Creation stirs inside the depth of night.
But now some glow is shed; a beast, a fright.
Dark, matted fur, and razor claws to rake,
as life doth grow and bloom before my sight.
A fear takes hold, so tight my mind will break.
Creation stirs inside the depth of night.
This is too much; I scratch-out, then re-write,
for fear, the consequences I should make.
As life doth grow and bloom before my sight,
Creation stirs inside the depth of night.