Eternally on quest for light Constantly opening our souls Eyes searching the ultimate goal Slowly we emerge from the night Behold the planet and its plight Where is kindness, we have lost care Mindless to how others will fair We tread on those who try to rise Forgetting the good things we prize Eyes closed, to true light, unaware.
Welcome to the Décima Poetry Challenge. Each week we’ll be attempting a Décima, also known as an Espinela, poem set by Ronovanwrite’s.
Ronovan say “If you don’t know how to write a Décima, click HERE to go to a post on how to write one.Or…Keep reading and find out, with an example included.
He also said “One last thing before we jump in the creativity pool, check out my weekly Haiku Challenge that often has prompts (Destruct and Self this week) that share a central theme, at least in my head, with the Décima Poetry Challenge prompt.”
Image from Pixabay.
The Gambler Décima
Always with an eye to the chance The wheel of fortune spins around Your spirits high feet don’t touch the ground. Destruction leads a merry dance Self denial your chosen stance Fortunes lessen,they never grow Your luck revolves like ebb and flow. Self destruction the gamblers trait There is no escape from this fate. Loss of esteem the final blow
Welcome to the Décima Poetry Challenge. Each week we’ll be attempting a Décima, also known as an Espinela, poem, set by our gracious host Ronovanwrite’s.
If you don’t know how to write a Décima, click HERE to go to a post on how to write one.
Image from Pixabay
Mankind
What is the measure of our lives Not caring of our type or kind Keeping ourselves only in mind. Selfish thoughts are all that us drives We ignore and avert our eyes Not a care for those who struggle Ignore the poor in their huddle Strip nature of all her riches Waste water leaving dry ditches. Mankind leaves nothing but muddle.
We are diminished as a whole Like ever decreasing circles Drifting out to Gaia’s center Gentle ripples in times echo Resounding loudly as they go We’ve nearly lost fight it’s true Blackening the earth and skies too Can we escape the sands of time Or will the bells ring out deaths chimes. Is there anything we can do.
This week for Ronovanwrite’s Décima Challenge I have used the word Wind, for the purpose of the rhyme, in the meaning of to wind up. Though I have hinted at a wind blowing too. I have also linked the Décima to Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.
Through boughs intent on destruction Tearing like a hurricane’s wind. Such violence rips up my mind Thought scattered around, disruption No direction no conduction My demise is its sole intent Mindlessly hither and dither I’m sent lt’s intention, to destroy me To shipwreck me in misery. Asunder I am slowly rent.
Fearful I am trapped in this dream. At odds I stand against the night Lost in shadows longing for light. Breathing deeply my mind I clear. I am rooted to the spot with fear. To make my escape I am keen From this unwholesome and dark theme In vain I try to forge ahead Feet sinking in this mire of dread. Reality just elusive.
This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Décima Challenge. For this particular challenge the word DREAM must be one of the A position words. Then the other two C position words must rhyme with DREAM.
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Here is the quick description of a Décima:
There are 10 lines (stanza) of poetry that rhyme but in this case there is a set rhyming pattern we must stick to. In addition each line must only have 8 syllables. The rhyme pattern is; a b b a a c c d d c For this particular challenge the word DREAM must be one of the A position words. Then the other two C position words must rhyme with DREAM.
Through deserted streets I wondered Hiding the real fear in my eye Not a soul left in the cities. Gone, nothing left to be conquered. All doors locked tight none to entered. Escape to the country I try Fear of shadows make my feet fly. The pale moon my only whiteness . Wearing my cloak of loneliness To out run death I always strive.
