Pearl Fever (A Villanelle)

A fever imprisons me; it’s not the common cold
Laced pearly dreams: breathing pearls, pearls
I keep fighting, but it’s gotten very bold

Purchasing pearl shoes and pearl ties now old
Soul-feeding necessities made of pearls
A fever imprisons me; it’s not the common cold

Glamour stole my money, spent, I am told
Pearls galore and mother of pearls in swirls
I keep fighting, but it’s gotten very bold

Hat of dangling pearl teardrops to behold
Causes tears and class as hair cascades full of curls
A fever imprisons me; it’s not the common cold

Pearl jewelry gains elevation into a centerfold
Striking poses and demeanor, twirls, and whirls
I keep fighting, but it’s gotten very bold

Pearl watches, bracelets hiding in sets of gold
Rings, earrings, chokers mangled, none unfurls
A fever imprisons me; it’s not the common cold
I keep fighting, but it’s gotten very bold

© 2011FrancesOhanenye
Poem appeared on Yahoo! Associated Content


"Paper Is Not Silent!" My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.

Summertime Seven

Coming gently, hesitantly, like a considerate male
Unwilling to jingle jangled nerves, knowing he must
It comes softly around the bends
A tolerant smile for eyes' protection
Peeping playfully around the edges
To usher in a blessed blank future
Bounded by rose's eight compasses of hope
Harsh sun, rude riser, rebukes lollygagging
Anticipation has built clouds of skyscrapers
What unfolding dreams will unfurl!
From wished wealth unlived
Yet it shouts not long-awaited fulfillment
Like the nine o'clock usurper
Intrusively clamoring for headaches
It comes gently, lovingly
A cherished sense of self
An infectious personality
Who will not rouse happily
Throwing back body's duvet armor
To rise, to dare the day unshielded
To embrace a cool, blissful well water
Visiting kindly, lovingly at seven


Poem appeared on Yahoo's Associated Content
© 2005FrancesOhanenye, All rights reserved


"Paper Is Not Silent!" My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.