poetry writing challenge - day 28

write a sestina. the form is:

choose six words: (words given, mostly, by my loyal reader)
wait, dash, cycle, feel, stumble, trumpet

Stanza 1
Line 1- (A)
Line 2- (B)
Line 3- (C)
Line 4- (D)
Line 5- (E)
Line 6- (F)

Stanza 2
Line 7- (F)
Line 8- (A)
Line 9- (E)
Line 10- (B)
Line 11- (D)
Line 12- (C)

Stanza 3
Line 13- (C)
Line 14- (F)
Line 15- (D)
Line 16- (A)
Line 17- (B)
Line 18- (E)

Stanza 4
Line 19- (E)
Line 20- (C)
Line 21- (B)
Line 22- (F)
Line 23- (A)
Line 24- (D)

Stanza 5
Line 25- (D)
Line 26- (E)
Line 27- (A)
Line 28- (C)
Line 29- (F)
Line 30- (B)

Stanza 6
Line 31- (B)
Line 32- (D)
Line 33- (F)
Line 34- (E)
Line 35- (C)
Line 36- (A)

Stanza 7
Line 37- (A), (B)
Line 38- (C), (D)
Line 39- (E), (F)


...

Bicycle River Race Sestina

I don’t even wait
I am out in a dash
On my bicycle
Rolling fast I feel
I will not stumble
The day starts like a trumpet

The air is golden – like the sound of a trumpet
Even the dazzled river doesn’t wait
The ground won’t let me stumble
Freshness dashes
through me. Rolling fast I feel
first, cold, churning the wheels of my bicycle

It is there on my bicycle
My triumph soon trumpets
My warming legs feel
a strengthening weight
And in the dash
I cannot stumble.

And up ahead a racer stumbles
just part of the cycle
hopes so quickly dashed
and in the distance, the ready trumpet
where people wait
and in anticipation feel

for me, for all of us, they feel
so much if we stumble
if we fall from our fast height. But, wait -
I become my bicycle
Heated, burning, racing the trumpet
And, for the end, make a dash

They all make a dash
No time even to feel
The crowd sings out like a trumpet
Riders, too crowded to stumble
Bicycle next to bicycle
The crowd awaits

Don’t wait, dash, dash!
In a crush of bicycles, I know more than feel
I won’t stumble, but sail first and fast under the sound of the trumpet.