Today I wrote this décima while sitting in my church. This was the first time I’ve gotten to do that since March, so that was amazing! This is linked with Ronovan’s décima challenge, with “blind” in the C rhyme line.
For Ronovan’s décima challenge this week, the word is EXHALE. I combined it with the words in the haiku challenge as well.
Get ready for a time of fright:
Spiders, ghouls and other horrors,
Zombies and all sorts of monsters
Insatiable — Halloween night!
One day a year we take delight
In exploring the darkest fears:
Try not to be reduced to tears
But test one’s courage and be scared,
Then eat some spooky treats prepared —
To me, this aspect most endears.
I’m participating in Ronovan Writes’ haiku challenge this week. Click here for the prompt.
dying roses, gift
from you; love is still blooming —
tears wet dry petals
Intangible love, inner bliss:
Possibly each life’s major goal,
Enlivening the weary soul,
Precious treasure, it is priceless.
What a tragedy to miss this:
Incomplete sans companionship,
To lift people up when moods dip.
Incomparable is a friend,
Worth more than what many checks send,
Precious — a desert water-sip.
For DVerse Poetics, Sarah is challenging us to use “Three Little Words,” inspired by the site what3words.com. She gave us a list of 3-word combos, but I went to the web site and explored. I found the combination wounds.relay.caring, This is the poem that happened after that. It is also a décima for Ronovan’s prompt, Swing. And it got depressing again.
Up and down, strong emotions swing,
Each day a leg in a relay
Race that lasts too long, life delayed.
How many people are caring?
I understand, but the sharp sting
Of loss has not diminished: What
Is the cost of all of the cuts,
Wounds that must be made? Is it worth
The gain? Or is there a worse dearth?
It seems the door to dreams is shut.
This poem is for Linda Kruschke’s paint-chip poetry (at the last minute again) and is linked to DVerse OLN. Also, I decided at last to write a décima out of this, so I am linking it here. I’m not 100% happy with this, but I just want to get this posted before tomorrow. 🙂 Update: I don’t know what WordPress’s problem is, but it is forcing me to use the unwieldy block editor tonight, so I am having A LOT of difficulty. If the formatting is messed up, that is why.
More often than every blue moon.
But every day requires courage:
Pain like hot lava can ravage,
Or if not now, it might be soon.
A sense of humor is a boon,
An optimistic way to look,
Lovely as a babbling brook,
Whose flowing water makes storms still.
No matter what comes, true self will
Cause peace to shine, strengthen outlook.
This is a décima for this week, as well as for FOWC: Ensconced. The word look has to be in the C rhyme spot. I really like the form but am finding these difficult lately, hence the fact that I am posting this on the last day.
What is to come will not be known
Although plenty of people try.
Sometimes predictions make you cry,
As pain inside has only grown.
Has Hope’s dear presence never shone?
If you’ve forgotten, take a look
again, inside, and in some nook
Ensconced, you’ll find a truth that lives
Despite dystopian missives:
Love survives, whatever life took.