Villanelle

Spirits of nature, set me free.
Lift me up upon the wind.
Release my soul from lock and key.

Sing me sweet and dance me fair, into my endless bowery.
Refuse me not, saying, I have sinned.
Spirits of nature, set me free.

Set my life to dancing, under star and tree.
Spin me into the wild crosswind;
release my soul from lock and key.

Whisper promise, and court me coyly;
you, whom with my minds' entwined.
Spirits of nature, set me free.

Let roses sing and I'll bring my dowry;
and let you wander through my mind.
Release my soul from lock and key.

Bid thoughts and dreams, to blend and spring, from every passing fancy.
If thou would be so kind.
Spirits of nature, set me free.
Release my soul from lock and key.

Muse

"I am waiting for the muse to move me."

"You know, I could grow old and die, waiting for you to finish this, or at least make a start.".

His eyes brightened, "Thanks Tony, that was it!"

"What was?"

Paint quickly flowed onto the canvas. "voila!"

"Oh, ha ha, Mark, very funny."

"I thought it was." Turning the painting to the light one could see a man that had been killed with a paintbrush.

Triolet

When you said you loved me,
I know now, that you lied!
My heart was given just to thee;
when you said you loved me.
Those words they set my spirit free;
now suffer the wrath of wounded pride.
When you said you loved me,
I know now, that you lied.

Rondeau

Surrender life to death's embrace.
Sigh a last breath and go with grace.
Sing a last song, smile a last smile,
tell a final tale, and walk your final mile
Step through to that final, last someplace.

There, things move at a slower pace.
Treading feet, they leave no trace.
Find peace at last; thou willing exile.
Surrender life to death's embrace.

Do not to me your steps retrace,
go on and forward, find your place.
Think not on past and let regrets compile.
Go onward my friend, and walk your last mile.
Repose there under your snowy lace;
surrender life to death's embrace.

Tanka

To death I go down,
And you have abandoned me.
The autumn of life,
of my life, in twain with thee.
Cold and barren now seems to be.

Hover

The butterfly hovered over the drowsing girl on the ground; and made as if to land. Gently brushing her cheek it alighted on her soft warm skin and walked across her flesh.

The girl giggled and the butterfly took off.

"Hey momma, I just got a butterfly kiss."

Cinquain

Spin around in spring times rush.
Dance upon the sunlit fields.
Revel in the seasons first bursting blush.
Live for spring, winter it has healed.
Until unto winter, spring again yields.