Will I become

This post was done using a method I learned recently in an English class. You write out a list of seemingly random words and then try to make a poem out of them.  The class made a list together with people contributing words and then were supposed to write a poem of at least 10 lines from it.  The words were: canary, coal, tree, run, duck, flourish, fly, eviscerate, challenge, fireworks, annihilate, explode, treasure, eat, dream catcher, hot dog, fire truck, fuchsia, periwinkle, salmon, cobalt, and violet.  I did not use Duck, treasure, or hotdog.  I hope you enjoy the poem...
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Flourish of fireworks flying,
Furious fuchsia, and violent violet,
Running in red ribbons,
and each explosion eating,
The sky, and yet, more.

Like salmon swimming in a murky stream,
Cobalt, canary yellow, fire truck red their gleam.
A challenge to the eyes,
As in annihilation each dies,

Out, in the coal black night,
A periwinkle evisceration,
Of all my thoughts, and frustrations.

A dream catcher born of lights,
To entangle the years’ nightmares and plights,

What kind of man will I become?

Muad'dib Epiphany

This poem references Frank Herbert’s Dune.  A book I greatly enjoy and admire.  The final stanza is the Bene Gesserit “Litany against fear.” Taken from the book.

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“The Sleeper has awakened,”

Quoth Muad’dib,

And my perception began to bend,

By the words of Paul Atreides.

Prince from world of lake, sea, and willow,

To the desolation: red, harsh, baked and yellow.

Where is my Arrakis?

Where is trial’s desert dry kiss?

What warning might ungate my mind,

To the opportunities of which I was blind?

Perhaps my own mentat of my intellection?

Fear is the mind killer– a memory, a reflection:

Caladan to Dune,

In reflection I see soon,

Is just another turn,

Of the words to burn

The epiphany,

The sleeper is me.

“I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.”