On me at last pour one small drop of hope
And grant me wisdom, words, and eloquence
To give this life the weight and worthy scope
Beyond the merest nod or commonsense.
Here comes the end, and with it all I've got
To remedy a space of half-heart tripe
And words piled high in bonfires, left to rot
Languishing on pages as I type.
Grant me not mere words or double-talk
Filling as a tissue-stuffed bra seems,
Nice until revealed as poppycock
Empty as a middle-school girl's dreams.
Rather, give me heart and fullest pep
Flowing through my pen to end the year.
Muse, let me not take shortcuts, miss a step
But let my words ring out in boldness, clear.
Words have meaning languages have granted
And I am merest instrument of rhyme.
With such words let my pen be enchanted,
And let me be a Shakespeare for a time.
postscript
DFC day 30. Since I've already written the poem for the 31st, this is therefore my last poem for project DFC 2013. The canzone is an italian form which can be between 7 and 20 lines, but the number of stanzas and the rhyme scheme is up to the writer, as long as it is consistent. At last, I am finished. Whoo hoo! kiwi-damnation.deviantart.com/…