Poems For Planets: Venus

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The second addition to the planetary poetry is here for your studious consumption. These posts are getting more and more educational by the day. Venus has been a real gem to marvel at.

Second from the sun, yet the brightest and hottest, Venus is our subject for the day. In a mythological context, Venus it is linked with Venus (The God) and Aphrodite. These two deities are linked with beauty, love, passion and eternal youth. I had no idea that Venus is the only planet to spin on its axis in the opposite direction to the other planets, just doing her own thing, and copper is her substance. Lets see what kind of sonnet I can whip up for her majesty, iambic pentameter was attempted for this serving.

 

Venus: Sonnet

 

Your bosom bursts with passions potent flare,

Rousing up the verve inside my veins.

You hold my inhibitions well impaired,

Your beauty helps to spark the lovers flames.

 

No rivers run can quench your given power,

Aphrodite, Venus, you are queen.

I dream to drink your touch and never cower

To love, I steep my longing in your stream.

 

What hope is there for mortal men as me?

What hope to paint my worthiness as true?

That crown of copper opulence I see,

Reminds me that Olympus harbors you.

 

You are the brightest smile along in this trail.

You are the burning heart where love prevails.

B.N

 

 

 

 

 

Writing 201, Assignment 10: Sonnet – Future

 

 

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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