The Pybus family, c.1769 (The National Gallery of Victoria) ‘Let Them Go’ by Mickey Kulp The Society December 5, 2018 Beauty, Culture, Poetry, Villanelle 13 Comments a villanelle Be still now and let them go. Their trials and losses fade away. Briefly, they were yours to sow. Children stumble, cry, and grow. They are young and so they stray. Be still now and let them go. Work the ground and sweat and hoe; Plant them for some distant day. Briefly, they were yours to sow. Now there’s time to watch their slow Climb sunward though they sway. Be still now and let them go. Our hopes, sky high sometimes, I know. They don’t care, they laugh and play. Briefly, they were yours to sow. Soon enough, they’ll gouge a row, Toiling, wish for greener days. Be still now and let them go. Briefly, they were yours to sow. Mickey Kulp is a writer and father whose creative nonfiction, fiction, and poetry have appeared in numerous consumer magazines, newspapers, literary journals, and three books of poetry. He is a member of the Gwinnett County Writers Guild and founding member of the Snellville Writers Group. In 2018, he created a quarterly reading series to benefit the local food co-op. He lives with his wife and a dozen larcenous squirrels in Atlanta, GA. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. 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Over the city, the church bell is ringing A song that is old as his dreaming soul, Reaching out into the gathering twilight. https://www.thechainedmuse.com/single-post/2018/04/14/Flight-of-the-Ibis Dave Reply James Sale December 5, 2018 What a beautiful poem: pensive, melancholic and with a slow inevitability it builds and builds. I like this very much; a fine poem for these pages. Reply Mickey Kulp June 4, 2019 Hello James, Sorry for waiting so long to reply. Thanks so much for your review. Regards, Mick Reply Amy Foreman December 5, 2018 I like the refrains of this villanelle, Mr. Kulp: “Be still now and let them go” and “Briefly, they were yours to sow.” Thank you for sharing this poem. Reply Mickey Kulp June 4, 2019 Hello Amy, Sorry for waiting so long to reply. Thanks so much for taking the time to read and comment. Regards, Mick Reply Mark Stone December 5, 2018 Mickey, Hello. It’s a beautiful poem. I like it very much. My wife was also moved by the poem. She asked me to tell you that it made her cry. Reply Mickey Kulp June 4, 2019 Hello Mark, Sorry for waiting so long to reply. I am happy it moved you and your wife. Regards, Mick Reply Jeff Nicholson December 6, 2018 Mr. Kulp, thank you for this fine poem. As a father whose youngest of five graduated from high school just last spring, I am stirred by your sentiments on the theme of letting them go. The imagery of sowing is significant. Under typical circumstances, the years of our relationships with our children as adults far exceeds the brief years of their rearing. We reap what is sown. May more sow wisely in the time they have. Reply Mickey Kulp June 4, 2019 Hello Jeff, Sorry for waiting so long to reply. I am glad you shared your thoughtful comments. Regards, Mick Reply David Hollywood December 6, 2018 What a lovely quiet and lamenting poem with wonderful strands of reflective imagery. Thank you. Reply Mickey Kulp June 4, 2019 Hello David, Sorry for waiting so long to reply. Thanks so much for taking the time to comment. Regards, Mick Reply Dave Whippman December 6, 2018 Interesting how such a variety of thought can fit into what seems a quite limiting formula as the villanelle. This was skilfully written. Reply Mickey Kulp June 4, 2019 Hello Dave, Sorry for waiting so long to reply. I agree with your assessment on the limits of the form. Thanks so much for your compliment. Regards, Mick Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.