Voice of the Villanelle

You can write sonnets, quatrain about anything

these our supreme gifts of Homo-sapiens might

pen what thee feel inside, express each emotion

release perfect proofs of a consciousness within

You can poem round all good, posey at one's sad

here a Shakespearian ode eyes no right or wrong

rhyming o'er verse, maybe scrawling lyrical song

human beings' sestina power creates your giving