Final assignment: Future, sonnet, chiasmus

For Sometime Whenever

For sometime whenever, whatever that means
– for future’s not distant, forever recedes;
for the how, why and what of poetic drive
to keep up momentum I’ll just have to try.
So I’ll push myself on, enjoy and ensure
to continue adventures with litter-ature:
leaf through some pages, study some verse
to distract from the everyday drudgery first.
Foremost to add practise, up-skill and compose
some varying verse types and maybe some prose,
play with more concrete and again with some founds.
Explore technical terms and play more with more sounds.
Here marks the last run of a fortnight’s crash course,
marks here inclination to poeticise thoughts.