Free Verse: I Have Rebuilt A Mind.

 

I have rebuilt a mind.

I built it overnight.

I have torn off its foundation by hand,

One concrete slab at a time.

(To reveal the fertile soil of the unlearned mind.)

I have worked away at its pillars:

Outdated notions, antiquated philosophies

I have granted it new memories.

Knee-deep in rubble,

I have rediscovered its purity.

In the course of this renovation,

I have sunk lofty ceilings, ripped apart awnings;

I have stripped the walls bare

Of all thoughts and feelings. Until naked,

The house folds neat in a pile by my feet.

And when all that’s left is but empty land,

I plant in it the seed of faith

And introduce a weed called doubt.

I watch the two grow and intertwine,

To produce the purest, brightest mind.

By: Kristel Marie Pujanes (7/30/2012)

Image: A Cottage in a Cornfield. John Constable (1817)

Villanelle #1: The Successful Hunt

The Successful Hunt

by: Kristel Marie Pujanes

 The moon eclipsed, it gives no light;

The hunters stalk their beastly prey,

No sound escapes the still, dark night.

The woods do tricks on this poor sight,

All shadows hurry out to play.

The moon eclipsed it gives no light.

Tonight, malice is to another, right.

There are no judgments made today.

No sound escapes the still, dark night.

A heart is wasted, weak tonight;

The hunted knows and runs away.

The moon eclipsed, it gives no light.

And who more to feel at least contrite

Than the one who caused the slight delay?

No sound escapes the still, dark night.

A shot rings out, and all delights—

The hunter falls dead as the prey.

The moon eclipsed it gives no light,

No sound escapes the still, dark night.

(Villanelle, 2009)

Image: All2need.com

Details: A villanelle I wrote back in 2009. I haven’t written poetry in a while, but I have every intention of starting again. And yes, I’ve always wanted a by-line, so there you go. 😉