Blue Moon (Villanelle)

Yesterday my past I drew
on a canvas of silence and torment
when the Moon was so blue.

What happened? What did fate do?
Life only taught me to lament.
Yesterday my past I drew.

If I could only have a clue,
despair wouldn't be my scent
when the Moon was so blue.

Tears stained my night's dew
and the stars cried without my consent.
Yesterday my past I drew.

Sadness is nothing but a tender tattoo,
an unforgettable mark I did invent
when the Moon was so blue.

What I feel, somebody feels too.
I need some time to be content.
Yesterday my past I drew
when the Moon was so blue.

Karla Bardanza
http://asmoonsewsthesatinstars.blogspot.com
http://skycladatmidnight,tumblr.com

Villanelle
A Villanelle is a nineteen-line poem consisting of a very specific rhyming scheme:
aba aba aba aba aba abaa.

The first and the third lines in the first stanza are repeated in alternating order throughout the
poem, and appear together in the last couplet (last two lines).