My future
I cast my eyes forward watching and waiting with great anticipation.
What by chance do I see waiting and watching on the edge of the precipice?
Do I see hope on the horizon, faith in myself, or disaster looming ahead?
It all depends on my point of view how comfortable I feel in my skin.
Thinking positively I see help, support, and advice.
Thinking negatively will lead me to feeling exposed, vulnerable, and protective.
Will I let down my barriers and allow goodness to pour forth?
Like wine, songs, and poetry enjoyed on a dark night with the moon looming above.
I hope to conquer my fears and rise up to my challenges.
Instead of cowering into the mysterious passages of my mind.
Every soul carries a mystery and misery to their name and sometimes it’s revealed or hidden for all of time.
I must learn that my heart is still intact even while the words spew forth, like a geyser emptying its contents from the earth.
It is here where I sit, my mind contemplating, then upright and pacing my heart racing.
This newness, this peacefulness, this soul’s rebirth.
This is my attempt at a sonnet, for my Writing 201 Poetry. I pray that this poem won’t have Shakespeare rolling over in his grave with discontent. The prompt is future, the form is sonnet, and the device is chiasmus.
It’s a very good attempt, who cares what Shakespeare would have thought of it.
Thanks Mike, that’s right I write for the love of expression. Not to impress Shakespeare. ?
I didn’t realize you were in school?!
I think Shakespeare would be proud ❤
Love this line: “Every soul carries a mystery and misery to their name and sometimes it’s revealed or hidden for all of time.”
Look forward to reading more!
Oh Jenn, thank you so much. I’m not in school, except the school of hard knocks. ? I haven’t attempted to write a sonnet since high school. Where my Scottish born English teacher told me I spewed useless drivel upon the page. Cantankerous old bastard that he is. ?
It definitely sounds like he was a nasty mean one! And that he didn’t know what he was talking about ?
Thanks hon, oh yes he was wonderful to me in Grade 9 and then despised me in Grade 12. He definitely shaped my tenacity. Because all I thought when he critiqued my writing was Im going to prove him wrong someday. ?
This is excellent.
Am running half marathon this weekend (which I am not ready for…..a nervous LOL). I feel I am standing on that precipice now.
Thank you thee]se words of thinking positively and thinking negatively. 🙂
~Carl~
Oh Carl thank you for the wonderful compliment. Wishing you all the best with your run. Know that on the other side of that precipice is freedom. ??
Beautiful!
Thank you so much sweetheart. ?
you go girl. Shakespeare is cheering ! I loved it very beautiful. like a dance of words
Thank you so much Laurie that’s what it felt like when I wrote it like the words were dancing in my head. ?❤️
“Thinking negatively will lead me to feeling exposed, vulnerable, and protective.
Will I let down my barriers and allow goodness to pour forth?
Like wine, songs, and poetry enjoyed on a dark night with the moon looming above.
I hope to conquer my fears and rise up to my challenges.”
These lines are everything. Shakespeare would steal this if he was alive today.
Oh Rachel that compliment is everything thank you so much. ❤️