Life's No Landing Port

Life's not a landing port for sure, Its journey goes on shore to shore, Man learns from failure to failure. A bitter cure be each failure, A sure remedy to endure, Life's no landing port, just a lure. Failures are ports success to ensure, Each success must pass through that shore, Man learns much more from a failure. Every time failure knocks man's door, It pushes it ajar nigh more That success can enter hence to fore. And slowly does man know for sure, He need no hard journeys abjure, That life is a launching port more. Failures no more his fingers burn, Nor to this teacher need he turn, From journeys he's enough to learn. ____________________________________________________ This is no traditional Villanelle. It takes liberties with its set format. And yet gives enough evidence that it is one. All the first five tercets have the same rhyme. The last one introduces one more. The repeated lines too come with some change. And the last stanza too is a tercet, not a quatrain. ______________________________________________________ Villanelle | 06.02.07 |