Poetry: The Villanelle by Khadeja Ali

The Villanelle

If I could address myself, old or young,
wrecked or anchored, Bay or Sea.
I would let the song roll itself off my tongue.

All signs point to memories that clung.
The earbuds in the car meant my safety.
If I could address myself, old or young.

I’d sing myself Hair—I loved the way the songs stung,
and the song stung from within, where it must always be.
I would let the song roll itself off my tongue.

I could let a Disney ballad fill up one lung;
For respite, the other needs a soulful Wa’el Kfoury*.
If I could address myself, old or young.

Then it’s a classic filmi** hit I’d need sung,
tying myself to ancestral steps of bravery.
I would let the song roll itself off my tongue.

This stubborn truth has forever rung:
Music is wild, unfettered, flourishing in me.
If I could address myself, old or young,
I would let the song roll itself off my tongue.


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*popular Arabic language singer from Lebanon
**of an Indian film, from India

Bio: "Khadeja Ali is a poet and visual artist from Massachusetts who uses her art to explore themes of the heart and the mind. She has a degree in Art History as well as a Master's in Intercultural Relations--both of which inform her life experience and her art. Khadeja is a native of Mauritius with ancestry from Eastern Europe. You can find her on twitter as @khadejalidraw."

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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