Day Seventeen - Use volta (a poetic turn) in a poem of any length (it can be a sonnet, or not).
The
Slumbering Sonnet
The moonlight sparkled on a lazy pond,
As rippling winds dispelled its glassy sheen,
A weary boatman settled back and yawned,
And dreamt a little tantalizing scene.
Solar inferno-scorched volcanic lakes,
An airy heat-haze shimmering with gold,
A dancing mystic shaman plagued by aches;
The rueful debt incurred by getting old.
But as four naked penguins climbed palm trees,
And coconut-shaped bubbles blew away,
The boatman’s dream-filled eyes saw only seas
Of periwinkle blue and skies of gray.
And yet, though ten-mile tides came crashing in,
The weary boatman woke with giddy grins.
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