And That Is What Descartes Supposed

So, I have this poetry anthology that also has writing prompts at the end of each section...and sometimes I do these for fun. I did one today...and to be honest, I'm not really sure what the heck I wrote, haha...but so it goes.

Here's the prompt:
Start by thinking of some characters (human or not). The characters could be invented by you or by someone else. If you write a dialogue poem, you can make one character great and powerful and the other rather ordinary or helpless. Your made-up person might talk to a mountain or the sky or George Washington or Napoleon. Let the conversation be about something everybody is always wondering about - like beauty, love, friendship, death - but try making it a strange and unlikely conversation. If you like, let the characters bring in impossible and fantastic ideas - the idea that time is gone, that space is gone, that time goes backwards, etc. Remember, you don't have to understand why your characters say what they say, and you don't have to agree with them.



And That Is What Descartes Supposed

‘The unsettling shawl
of concern –
and yet the heart
creases and crows,’
and that is what Descartes supposed.

‘But what of soul?
Syncopating, beating, fleeting –
modern philosophy.
Consonants only lay waste,’
the wind’s whispers did lace.

‘Oh yes! The separation.
Floundering minds simmer –
distancing matter spits and spatters
in the space between.
The dual only grows,’
and that is what Descartes supposed.

‘But what of resolve?
A joining of forces –
like the ocean and the sky’s horizon,
together incompatibly beautiful
sealing sacred space.’
the wind’s whispers did lace.