The sting of eternity
lies in the dusty drawers of
another year gone.
Subtracting all the blazing balls
that fall into the cold blue sea, marking
the sting of eternity.
Harried housewives hurry
scraping their zest into a bowl,
another year gone.
They leave behind the dried rind
of months and days,
the sting of eternity.
Some spurn life’s yeast, fail
to rise; bake flat and hollow;
another year gone.
The Cat’s in the Cradle
singing to the ignorant about
the sting of eternity;
another year gone.
Written using the word’s in this week’s wordle.
Hoofprints In My Garden 
Some housewives do have lives exactly like this. So sad. Very deep thought and, emotions in this lovely write.
I love the repetition of “the sting of eternity.” Very powerful! There is much to contemplate in this deeply brooding piece!
I like the refraining lines of sting of eternity and another year gone ~ Nice capture of sadness and failures ~
I like your approach to villanelle, which has a free verse feel about it – the repetition never overwhelms.
I did not even catch the refrain, the poem works so well. My absolute favourite of all your poems that I have read [so far :-)], Annette.
Thank you Margo!! You made my day. 🙂
I think when you write your words read like music .. lovely.. Oh i hear thunder again i have to dash outside and stare at the sky! c
The Cat’s in the Cradle — one of my favourite songs, and you’ve incorporated it so well into the theme of your poem.
I like the repetition, and the incorporation of Chapin’s song. The mundane tasks of the housewives as metaphors for passing time is rich. This is a strong write, Annette. I’m so happy you’re writing with us week after week at The Whirl.
I look forward to the words every week! 🙂
You have weaved the “string of eternity” with “another year gone by”. This wordle seems to have been really colored by that word housewives. Thanks for such a nice comment over at my place. xo teri
The Cat’s in The Cradle…I kind of thought my own childhood was like that and vowed my children would not have the same fate. Dirty dishes may have stayed in the sink overnight but I always read bed time stories and played with ’em. Now I get to do the same for the grandbabe. Thankful that we all get along. Don’t need to be my children’s best friend…just a part of their life is good enough for me.
I’m here:
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/07/sw-64-wordle-diamond-in-rough.html
I think that our parents’ generation was less involved with their children than ours. We have grand kids visiting this week and they are fun — then you give them back.
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Thank you for the link!
Like the poem, the form and repitition, and am glad it doesn’t have to be that way for all of us.
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/
Amen!
very nice use of these words – especially love the ending with The Cat’s in the Cradle – an unexpected by delightful surprise …
thanks also for stopping by my blog at Leaping Elephants … much appreciated!
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Very lovely. It fits with your header also.
Linda
http://coloradofarmlife.wordpress.com
http://deltacountyhistoricalsociety.wordpress.com
Thanks Linda!