Earth Breeze

NaPoWiMo - Day 23 - Today’s prompt is to write a bouts-rimes. The bouts-rimes is a sort of poetic parlor game: you write a poem using the rhyming end words from another poem. They’re usually done with sonnets in English. So today I challenge you to write a bouts-rimes sonnet, using the end words from either K. Silem Mohammad’s poem You White White Teatime Teen, which was itself constructed anagrammatically from Shakespeare’s The Silken Tent. So your end words are either: rage, doom, age, tomb , sighs, breast, thighs, west, mad, blues, plaid, shoes, fail, mail or tent, breeze, relent, ease, pole, heavenward, soul, cord, bound, thought, round, taught, air, aware.

Earth Breeze

Clouds circle overhead, a heavenly tent,

and all earth becomes a bending breeze.

I lean my ear to hear what’s relevant

to find release and calm and ease.

Nature’s cycles, a divining pole

Points us ever heavenward.

Leads us forward to our soul.

Tied gently with silken cord,

which lets us soar and bound

beyond all human thought

till we can see life in the round

and recall what we’ve been taught

that life is love, invisible as air,

that culls us all to be aware.