I’ve really enjoyed the last two weeks in Writing 201: Poetry. I learned quite a few new techniques, but above all I gained the confidence to write more poetry. I also learned that I write better when given a topic and some restraints – maybe it’s time to start paying attention to the daily prompts? – and others liked it too; that is, as long as the statistics don’t lie. To those of you who boosted to stats, never fear – I hope to visit your blogs and repay the favor (it just might take me a few days . . . better make that weeks).
If you’ve missed my previous poems, I encourage you to go back and read them – some are better than others (obviously) but I’ve gotten such positive feedback that I’m sure you’ll find something to tickle your fancy.
At this point all I’m doing is attempting to delay the inevitable: the final post of my first poetry class.
So, here you go:
Sonnet to the Future The future stretches out before us like the open road or wide, rolling sea – beckoning with siren’s call to come and hazard all in one great game of chance. It rolls over us, breaking the dike we have built to hold it back. L’esprit de l’escalier is not for us, succumbing not to sticks or stones or lances. We beat on as boats against the current born back ceaselessly into the past* and forced to confront our innermost fears. Things that were and things that were not challenge our resolve in standing fast. Here’s to the future: the future is here.
* In case you didn’t know, this is nearly the final line from F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gastby (I changed a word or two). Arguably one of the greatest lines in one of the greatest works in American literature, it also happens to be one of my favorite quotes from literature.