Oh, call the wind from ocean’s face, and let
return the sun. What comes from this? You see
ahead—to tease with riddles till we’re spent,
confound, confuse, and yet, what is to be?
Long life, some grace, please tell my fate tonight–
Embrace the sight, these rays of dawn’s first light.
For Tanka Tuesday, Colleen asked us to write an acrostic poem using her choice of words and with lines of 8, 9, or 10 syllables. I chose Oracle (of course). I decided to write mine in the style of a sort of mini- Shakespearean sonnet: 10 syllables, an attempt at iambic pentameter, and rhyme scheme of ABABCC.