The finale to Writing 201 was a long awaited. It brought a lovely end to the 10 days of prompts that fed the poets of WordPress with plenty of entertained, inspiration and creative challenge. The final prompt is one alive with possibility, for the post and for our endeavours as writers and individuals in general, “Future”. The piece is to be written in a classic poetic form, The Sonnet, which was sure to make an appearance in this poetry course in one way or another. I found it a fun challenge throwing the suggested device, Chiasmus, into use. Hopefully it has seasoned the piece with reasonable effect. Enjoy!
There is madness in my longing, longing in my madness,
there is sweetness when I sleep, I see summits of possibility.
The possibility of summits that sever a stagnant sadness,
the promise that waking up is enough to compose ability.
I sleep a while and slip away, in dreams that breach the present,
I reconcile with consciousness to rally a rise to action.
For action to rise, a rally must drive a stake through any presence,
that stifle my any means to feed my drive its traction.
I’m humbled by any pain that punctuates my ascension.
The periods of softened will, will soften if I persist.
There is truth inside these dreams that captivate my attention,
a truth that goes to prove that soon my future will exist.
I’m in love with possibility, Possibility with love entwined,
A future that found design in the sinews of passions bind.
(c) Saili Katebe