For Day 20:
The road is paved with light which welcomes dreamers
Out of deserts, into gardens
Only to remember
In the desert
The stars shone brighter still.
For Day 21:
Sight of Stars
he sight of stars in growing dark
Lends the soul a comfort still
Knowing darkness will not fill
The night completely; no, a spark
Is always there, no matter where
Your thoughts may lead you; blank and stark.
The doubt will come again, it will–
But stars will light your dreamer’s heart.
n octain refrain inspired slightly by:
“For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of stars makes me dream.” –Van Gogh
For Day 22:
What must the sonnet bend its form around?
What must the ode give tribute to, or laud?
To what belongs the metered verse, or sound
Of rhyming couplets? Let them describe God
And let them speak of love and justice well.
It seems to fit the villanelle to sing
Of mighty works, the rubaiyat to tell
Of noble deeds, of wars, of knights, of kings.
This is the evidence of former times:
That glory was bestowed on gilded ink
And granted to the wittiest of rhymes
Which made us turn to truth–to grow, to think.
Indeed bold topics suit such forms as these–
But which form shall I use to write of cheese?
Inspired by: “Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.”–G.K. Chesterton