This is a décima for Ronovan Writes’s current décima challenge: Gold.
A sailor sets out, brash and bold,
To venture into the unknown
Sea towards where his dreams have shown.
To find a treasure chest of gold.
His map is faded, brittle, old
Yet with great trust he starts to sail,
As nascent dawn makes the sky pale —
Adventure, not only gold, gleams:
Happy to be following dreams
Knowing that courage cannot fail.
This short poem was inspired by FOWC: Buoyant and MLMM’s Saturday Mix: Opposing Forces.
Winter freezes her: numb thumbs
Until winter becomes spring,
Turning frozen heart to melting.
Frozen in one lonely spot,
Now back to front she floats,
Buoyancy with happy notes.
A few days ago, I wrote a poem for this prompt about “Planting the Seed,” but it was pretty dark, so I wrote something else. 🙂 This is also for FOWC: Immutable.
Nature’s face does often change
And so it should, as seasons dance —
Lives go through also quite a range,
Not all of which is left to chance.
Is circumstance immutable?
Exhausting might be seed-planting
But fruits can come, remain hopeful,
Reward of patience harvesting.
This week’s décima challenge from Ronovan Writes is to use the word CHASE in one of the C rhyme spots.
A nightmare blooms inside my head
When I lie down to sleep tonight:
Subconscious seems prepared to fight
As into its strange realm I tread.
As body sleeps snug in my bed,
I’m trying to pick up my pace
To outrun what attempts to chase
Me, but as expected I’m caught.
Can I unlearn what has been taught,
To find a new dream to embrace?
Today’s official NaPoWriMo prompt is to write a Sijo, which is a traditional Korean poetry form. It’s described as similar to the haiku, but the lines are longer and, to me, it seems more complicated. I like how this turned out but am not sure if it is technically correct. Here is a site that explains in detail how to write one.
For FOWC: Jettison and MLMM’s Saturday Mix. Not a masterpiece but passable.
Jettison —
Let go of what imprisons
Be free —
Break ties
Realize
That just might be
What a soul needs
To mend.
Now, if only I could figure out what to jettison and how….
Today’s SoCS prompt from Linda G. Hill is “difference.” Because I really like math, one of the first things I thought of is that “difference” is the answer to a subtraction problem. 🙂 Then I wrote this, which I think counts as a cherita.
The answer to a subtraction problem —
How much has changed, to make life
Foreign and strange, yet better in some ways?
What has been taken away?
Do not forget how much is left:
What has made a positive difference?
For FOWC: Coach, I wrote a Chaucerian stanza today. It is important, yet sometimes difficult, to be teachable.
Humility is key to being great,
For in accepting one does not know all,
One can be taught: a coach can help create
A greater confidence where fools would fall.
To know when to oneself a novice call
Will help skills in reality to build,
No sense of hubris but with newness filled.
This poem was inspired by the Weekly Scribblings about trees and also FOWC: Air. I am not sure if this poem is finished (does anyone else get that feeling that, sometimes, the poem might have more to say?), but this is what I have currently.
How beautiful is every tree,
There is delight in different leaves
Of varying forms and sizes, even one
With a tall and leaning trunk —
The air is fresh and clean, clearing
Old thoughts, and memories healing.
This was inspired by FOWC a few days ago but mostly by MLMM’s Tale Weaver: Time For Change. Also linking with PSU’s Writers’ Pantry.
The alarm incessantly dings, and it seems the
Clock is chiming, “It’s time for a change!”
A huge task: A plethora of aspects
Could use revising; life might seem strange.
Yet even small changes feel the same.
It’s certainly time for me to stop
Feeling pained, drained, and afraid.
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