<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></title><description><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com</link><image><url>http://direct.ecency.com/logo512.png</url><title>RSS Feed</title><link>http://direct.ecency.com</link></image><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Fri, 08 May 2026 02:11:28 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="http://direct.ecency.com/created/villanelle/rss.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[A Memory of Tomorrow - A villanelle]]></title><description><![CDATA[Bourbon starts the day with many regrets. Stale smells of bacon from the warming plate, A memory of breasts. Truth, not a jest. 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This type of poem is designed to be a shin kicking, intense statement of thought. With its]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poem/@sarahewaring/poetry-lesson-1-the-villanelle</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poem/@sarahewaring/poetry-lesson-1-the-villanelle</guid><category><![CDATA[poem]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sarahewaring]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 26 May 2020 11:41:12 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/62PdCouTvNPDFdpBpBq5nmvvyRoTono4ptF7aVw7vtGM5sqFhC4PyVQxsbr4E3VtjV6HnogdyQp9GWUkmRdk7m7K7gQ8ZbR6up6Q82M386WCT6v?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Feeling Lost: A Villanelle]]></title><description><![CDATA[source "Feeling Lost"   Happiness seems so far away My heart is feeling lost Hoping hope would stay... Destiny just loves to play Playing tricks without cause Happiness seems so far away From]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/esteem/@vegaron/feeling-lost-a-villanelle</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/esteem/@vegaron/feeling-lost-a-villanelle</guid><category><![CDATA[esteem]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[vegaron]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 07 May 2019 13:10:12 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/o1AJ9qDyyJNSpZWhUgGYc3MngFqoAMwMAoum3RgZvaXD4uZmY?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Wisteria]]></title><description><![CDATA[I beg you to leave me be As your hands go where they please But you still continue to invade me My wrists burn as I struggle to break free But you hold me down with ease I beg you to leave me be Do my]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@rylie.marcuz/wisteria</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@rylie.marcuz/wisteria</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[rylie.marcuz]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 11 May 2018 00:18:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Time]]></title><description><![CDATA[We waste time, spend time, fill and pass the time We’re trapped in all its waves and ebbs and flows – We’re caught up in its rhythms and its rhyme. We treat time like it doesn’t cost a dime When we’re]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@zatavu/time</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@zatavu/time</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[zatavu]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 19 Mar 2018 01:32:57 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Moment in Life Twice Lost to Time (Villanelle)]]></title><description><![CDATA[A Moment in Life Twice Lost to Time The Swiss watch is my paradigm Residing now ‘neath Tampa Bay A moment in life twice lost to time The gift, from a wall of ice to climb In Luxembourg where I did stay]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@crescendoofpeace/a-moment-in-life-twice-lost-to-time-villanelle</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@crescendoofpeace/a-moment-in-life-twice-lost-to-time-villanelle</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[crescendoofpeace]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 09 Jan 2018 09:03:24 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Surrender to the Fire]]></title><description><![CDATA[Surrender to the fire's pure embrace. The only hearts that dare survive the grave Burn bright before that icy mountain face. A few had turned to stone in their disgrace. In cold and rusted halls they went]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poem/@snakemouse/surrender-to-the-fire</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poem/@snakemouse/surrender-to-the-fire</guid><category><![CDATA[poem]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[snakemouse]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 08 Jan 2018 02:20:09 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/4i88GgaV8qiGEw1xifwYz2xp7RJEnNpBZq7dn2K5xwuUGpzXgUEwxX5kBKSXTzRL9yrxcSwauriCGZJWiYz7n59XA2cHPrsFPi7aiMC7AKRyhtrfHBFJYzuYpN?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item></channel></rss>