Replete am I, amid this lonesome bliss,
Encoiled within my broken, fleshly shell.
I am sealed within, by a writer’s kiss.
Unfurled Orchidaceae Kafkaesque.
Sepals veined with secret, all to dispel.
Replete am I, amid this lonesome bliss.
Screaming from within, fearing the abyss.
Spinning colours like fine-webbed carousel.
I am sealed within, by a writer’s kiss.
Sunlight glanced my path, to not go amiss,
Alighting dark holes in which others fell.
Replete am I, amid this lonesome bliss.
I endure another swing of solstice,
Darkness bleeds to Light’s vigoroso swell…
I am sealed within, by a writer’s kiss.
I have been granted nothing, but for this:
Release of mind so the tide does not quell.
Replete am I, amid this lonesome bliss…
For,
I am sealed within, by a writer’s kiss.
David Emeron: Sonnets 
Nice to see you are trying out Villanelle. It’s a lovely form.
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I cannot take credit for that one. It is merely a reblog. However…….
I am currently writing something similar, in sonnet form–rather a hybrid of the two forms. Villanet(?) maybe it might be called. I have written a few sonnets with repeated figures and found I like doing so: https://davidemeron.com/tag/repeated/ in case you are curious; I collected them recently by means of tagging them as a way to show them to Lady Day (who wrote the above villanelle)
I believe I am finally completely past the protracted cold/virus that has stricken so many in this vicinity, so I should be catching up on my reading and my writing. Looking forward to resuming my schedule of reading your old work.
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Another lovely piece by the poetess.
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Truly.
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