Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 32: (SLEEP) in the B rhyme line.

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Welcome to the Décima Poetry Challenge. Each week we’ll be attempting a Décima, also known as an Espinela, poem.

If you don’t know how to write a Décima, click HERE to go to a post on How to Write an Espinela or Décima Poem.

You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt .Ebb and Flow and Sleep.

The two challenges are separate but can be combined if we choose to do so.

Tides of Madness

The tides of madness ebb and flow
Restlessness only calmed by sleep.
The waking hours make me weep.
Dark seasons like days of shadow.
Seeds of darkling around me grow.
Fears inside me grow and recede.
Monsters use my terror as feed.
Madness has me held as captive.
Rise and fall, trapped, no more to give.
Madness eats my soul and I bleed

The above painting is work of Dorothea Tanning it is called The Madness of Doors.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 332 EBB & Flow

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The Challenge Words!

EBB & Flow

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The tides of madness

Ebb and flow like seasons

Dark days like shadows.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Wordless Wednesday, it’s still plaguing me.

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Every where I look I feel this brown muck invades my body . Pathetic really.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 328 DUST & Weed

The Challenge Words!

DUST & WEED

Not sure how to write a Haiku? Click HERE for a quick How to write Haiku Poem in English Form with links to posts for other forms of Haiku.

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I am dust under foot
You treat me worse than rubbish
Crush me like a weed.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

It hurts.

It Hurts.

Shoe laces taken

All you know, shaken

Not  a  razor  or  knife in sight

Still  the pain sears  through  the night.

Corridors full of  eternal walkers

Going  nowhere, watched  by  stalkers.

Screams  erupt  so do  tussles

Held down by  ‘staff ‘ with muscles.

Nothing  stops  the pain  NOTHING

Smile  at  family  don’t  let  them see  the  bluffing.

It hurts, it  hurts  you  needs  to  bleed

A sacrifice  to the demon’s  seed.

Doors  slam, locks  turn

Fears  grow behind  doors  souls burn

Help me  please help me

Blind eyes don’t see…………

Shoe laces taken

All you know,  shaken

Not  a  razor  or  knife in sight

Still  the pain sears  through  the night.

This is for mental health day

Get me a piece of cake.

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Give me a piece of cake
It might just stop that ache
It is eating me up inside
Cake might make it subside.

Oh! let me close my eyes
I have had enough of your lies
Give me a piece of cake
It might just stop that ache.

I worry so all night
My terrors all take flight
The early hours multiply fears
Soon I shall be drowning in my tears

All is becoming very plain
Worms are eating my brain
Give me a piece of cake
It might just stop that ache.

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COLLEEN’S 2020 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 198, #POET’SCHOICE

Colleen says : Guess what? It’s the first challenge for my favourite month of October… you know what that means! Poets, choose your own syllabic poetry form, theme, words, images, etc. It’s up to you.

NEW RULES: Let’s make this challenge a true poet’s choice! Use any syllabic poetry form that you’d like. As long as there are syllables to count, you’re ready! Be creative. If your form is something new, teach us how to write it. Have fun!

My choice this week is extra special as Colleen has given us free reign as to poetic form. I have chosen to put two together. An Acrostic Nonet.

The contents comes from deep within me. It could be read as a personal relationship, with either another person or thing, or as a lament to nature and our current world troubles.

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Autumn Cry.

As always tapped under your control
Useless I am no longer whole
Tell me how I lost the light
Undone I’m caught in flight
Morning brings no hope
No kindness spoke
Cry freedom
Real needs
Yearn.

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Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday

Please Rip It Out.

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Okay I hope that no one will mind if I open up again. No doubt some of you will run for the hills thinking me bad and ugly or mad. Well that’s how I feel.

Yet I trust you guys and I need to get this out because it’s frightening me.

Now, I have not been well for months well actually it’s been about 18 months maybe longer who knows. I have felt myself slowing up, loosing weight being tired . I was beginning to get stressed. I was afraid to eat because it always ended up with me having indigestion or being sick or both. Then in June I had pain I have never had to cope with before. Yes, worse than childbirth, broken back or even sepsis.

Anyway to avoid going through it all again, what happened next was me in and out of hospital, wearing a Cholesystectomy drain and bag for three months and now I am another month into waiting for an operation. The symptoms are returning and I am scared the excruciating pain will return.

Whats worse I feel guilty because it’s not cancer or anything fatal, it a huge stone blocking my gall bladder. Though apartently in June it was so poisonous they said it was “Too dangerous to operate” .

I feel ill yes, not unwell, not poorly, actually ill. I can’t tell family, there’s been so much happening in the strange Covid times. That hubby has enough to cope with. Though he has been wonderful.

Still there is one more thing that I am finding even more difficult. It’s not the internal itching, described as bad blood or any of the other symptoms it’s what I keep seeing in my head. I can’t get away from it.

The picture below is how I now see my insides. My organs, my viens and arteries every inch of me feels dark and dirty and I want to get hold of the muck and pull it out.

Pixabay Please

I can’t escape it, eyes open or shut it’s there screaming at me. Also things in everyday life are getting to me. Gravel on the path, looks like my insides, rip it out! Stones in mud, acorns and leaves, tuffs of grass or weeds that’s what my insides look like … please rip it out!

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So there it is I have actually told you. Does anyone else know what I am talking about. Am I going mad. I do hope you don’t think I am mad does anyone else feel this feelings? Thank you for listening.

One-Liner Wednesday.

Has anyone tried turning this year off, waiting 30seconds and then rebooting. … No, why not?

I don’t know who said it but it makes sense.

A bonus for the alternative Dictionary :

Kenya: Scottish for “Do you know? “

This is part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

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Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 325 CALM & STORM

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Hush feel the quiet
Here in the eye of the storm
For now all is calm.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

The Challenge Words!

Calm&Storm

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