In stagnant steam and smoke — machinery
condemns us to be servants to their wheels;
we add some oil to quench its squeal
we’re locked in this foreboding slavery.
In gearbox noise the nature’s scenery
seems burnt and sacrificed in profit deals
to pass the quotas set in stainless steel
for wages that are close to thievery.
But when the air is dense from daffodils
in May we’re lulled by birdsong symphony
to go outside — remove our broken shoes
and barefoot dance with chlorophyll.
We let the rust invade our factory
replacing stainless steel with vibrant hues
Today at dVerse MTB I handle the bar, and the task is to write a piece of poetry containing a volta, I have chosen to write a Volta in a Petrarchan sonnet where the volta is a resolution placed between the octet and the end sextet. But you are free to use any type of volta in any type of poetry.
February 18, 2015