Looking for a hook on which to hang my hopes
expectantly I hung my hopes on you;
looking for a spot on which to fix my dreams
fixatedly, I obsessed over you:
‘What can I do, I’m falling?’
‘Let everything fall down
for I’m in love.’
Looking for a place to call my own
I told myself I’d found that place in you;
looking for a space which never was my home
I told myself my home was here with you:
And when it all fell down
what was my answer?
To weep and cry? To moan
and gnash my teeth?
Looking for an anchor in a troubled life
times when I couldn’t see the way to shore
I found safe harbour through my deepest strife:
The answer lies within; I’ll seek outside no more.
© Experimentsinfiction 2021, All Rights Reserved
Can you spot the turn?
Tonight at dVerse, Peter is hosting and has asked us to look at ‘turns’ within our poetry. He has given a comprehensive rundown of how turns might be employed in various poetic forms and styles, and I recommend you read his essay on the subject if you want to brush up on how to master the poetic turn, or ‘volta.’ This is a poem I wrote some time ago, but I’m sharing with dVerse as it has a very obvious turning point, hence the slash in the title!