This is a décima for Ronovan’s weekly prompt, which uses words from paint-chip poetry #32 (!). The new paint-chip prompt will be released on Friday (tomorrow) morning, so my response is just in time!
Feeling peachy, beautiful day,
Found a sand dollar on the beach,
Under blue sky, as the waves reach
Along the shore, wanting to stay.
This excursion keeps stress at bay;
The salty air is like nectar,
Seaside having lots to offer,
I want the whole enchilada —
Coral under sea, which I saw
Mimicked in my lipstick’s color.
This décima is for Ronovan’s challenge: prize, and is also partly inspired by Fandango’s dog days of August day #7: “something you found.” It’s hard to tell a whole story in just 10 short lines, but I wrote this about perseverance through disappointment and continuing to believe in oneself.
Gymnast’s next tournament approached,
Quickly she was on a mission:
Outperform all competition,
So she trained hard, expertly coached.
That day, her nerves on skills encroached:
Sadly she tumbled to the ground;
But got back up — might not astound,
But greater than the golden prize
Was the light shining in her eyes,
For no fall shook confidence found.
A haiku for Ronovan Writes’s haiku prompt, also shared with DVerse OLN.
Aperture in eyes
To let in light : space needed
Dark circles. Pupils.
A little rhyming story for FOWC: Simpatico and Ronovan’s décima prompt. 🙂
I was the new girl in the town;
He approached when I wore a frown
And sat alone, his friendly face
Pushed loneliness out of that place.
Through years and every up and down,
Time allowed our friendship to grow.
I found him quite simpatico,
But something happened I still grieve:
Without a warning he did leave,
Where he is now I do not know.
I wrote this décima today for Ronovan’s décima challenge, this week using the word KIND, and will share it with DVerse open-link night also.
Your boat is not the only one;
To suffering do not be blind
See with the heart, choose to be kind,
Share of your access to the sun.
One day’s work doesn’t mean it’s done:
People’s circumstances crumble.
But if your world starts to rumble
Those you’ve helped can help you also,
With value of friendships that grow,
Detached from money, and humble.
This is a décima for this week’s challenge, BIRD.
Avian calls are each day heard
Around this house, even indoors:
Heavily, light melody pours,
Each morning it’s freshly offered.
Hiding in trees’ branches, a bird
Decides it must sing me awake,
The gentlest alarm — I take
Its urgent notes to heart, and stand,
A hopeful morning close at hand —
A happy being, at daybreak.
Ronovan Writes’ décima prompt: true + FOWC: Assume, multiplied by current events = this poem.
A metaphysical earthquake:
The world is not what it had been,
Taken for granted so often.
The way of life we’d known did shake
Quickly, with sanity at stake.
Truthfulness of media’s view
We can’t assume — what do we do?
Looking into each other’s eyes,
Kindness can come a great surprise,
Can hope something, at least, is true.
This is for MLMM’s Tale Weaver prompt and this week’s décima challenge, where we are supposed to use the word “wind” in the B rhyme spot. Follow the links for more info!
The close of day is no dead end:
Though the path out may wend and wind,
The pinkish dawn is ripe to find
A better way, and hope, to tend.
The close of day is wont to send
Symbolic messages of fear;
Ignore that siren-song and steer
Away from treacherous creatures.
Nightmares to dreams: morning features
New rosiness of life to cheer.
This is a décima for Ronovan’s challenge this week. The word he gives us is “story.”
Little girl’s creativity
Knows no bounds, fears not even seen,
She’s not learned to be timid, mean
To herself — she writes her story.
Perhaps it is written poorly,
Yet its adorable delight
Is evident; and she just might
One day become a great author,
Though some underestimate her:
Growth in imagination’s sight.
It is already the tenth décima challenge from Ronovan, and this is my offering.
The world today’s a messy place:
It seems impossible to clean,
So in the rubble we must glean
Glinting sunlight learn to embrace.
Now at a dizzying pace
Confusion makes more mess: often
We think it’s figured out, and then
Does anything make any sense?
We know there will be recompense
But we are impatient for when.