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.
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.