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Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 56: (GOLD) in the A rhyme line.

06 May 2021 4 Comments

by willowdot21 in #Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #Tanka Prose, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma, #Gogyoka, Décima, Depression, Ronovanwrites, sadness Tags: abuse, Cohersion, mental, Physical

You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt of (you can find my Haiku here). and this Décima Challenge of GOLD in the A rhyme line. This means you could write a haiku post using the prompt words. Then do a Décima post using this week’s prompt uniting the two with a common message.

The 2 CHALLENGES are SEPARATE but CAN BE combined if YOU CHOOSE to do so. I chose to this week.

To all you appear to be gold.
Ever ready to lend a hand.
Always helpful, kindness your brand.
Behind closed doors your eyes grow cold.
The real you begins to unfold.
Tempers flair and you become the beast.
I fear your demons when released.
Why do I keep your black secret.
There is no escape just regret.
I cower silent at your feast.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Décima Challenge.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 24, 2021

24 Apr 2021 21 Comments

by willowdot21 in Depression, humour, Poems, sadness, SoCs, songs, Talking Straight Tags: Oop

It’s time again for #SoCs and our host LindaGHill said: “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “oop.” Find a word with the “oop” sound in it and use it in your post. Enjoy!”

So what can I say I seen to bumble through life making the same mistakes over and over, forever jumping through hoops. It’s like an never ending loop, I troop on trying to cope.

I just think I am doing well when I make another bloop and in all my troubles swoop. As ever I end up in the dog poop. So it’s farewell from me the nincompoop.

Well that’s enough of me … Here is an Acrostic Poem to finish off!

Acrostic Oops.

Oops life takes an odd turn
Only I repeat all my mistakes.
Plainly I watch my plans burn.
Swinging on the hoopla that life takes.

Part of LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

#TANKA TUESDAY WEEKLY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 222 #EKPHRASTIC #PHOTOPROMPT

21 Apr 2021 18 Comments

by willowdot21 in #Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #Tanka Prose, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma, #Gogyoka, Colleen's Tuesday Tanka, Depression, photo prompt, photos, Poems Tags: dreams, Fear, Unease

It’s the third week of the month! Time for an Ekphrastic #PhotoPrompt

This challenge explores Ekphrastic writing inspired by visual art and/or photographs. Anita Dawes from last month’s challenge has provided the photo for this month’s challenge:

Here are the forms we can use. Haiku, Senryu, Haiga, Gogyohka, Tanka, TankaProse, Renga, Solo-Renga, micropoetry, poetry, 5lines, Haibun, Prose, CinquainPoetry, Etheree, Nonet, Shadorma, Badger Hexastich, Abhanga, Diatelle.

I decided to try a Sedoka, but with a twist, so I wrote it without a rhyme to emphasize the dystopian dream feel. Call it poetic license.

Hues
Golden
My dreaming
Colours my life
Visions of the future.
A plethora of lost, dark days.
There’s no warmth in that burning golden hue.
Our happy home abandoned your old tram rotting.
I reach out hoping for reassurance.
But I am alone you are gone.
Fear grips and I awake
I am with you
My mood lifts
Soft light
Hues

This is part of Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka

NaBloPoMo : Dementia , Alzheimer’s Cruel Game.

11 Mar 2021 32 Comments

by willowdot21 in Depression, feeling unwell Tags: Altzhimers, dementia, Heartache, loss, Struggle

image from here

They are not in there they have gone.
Don’t search for the beautiful light that once shone,
They are not themselves, their soul has fled
Gone to us, to all purposes dead.
How cruel, how mean, how so unkind
To leave a feeble body and take a beautiful mind.
There are no words that can truly describe
The pain and fear of those trapped inside.
They can not reason they know no rhyme
They are gone and we are left behind.
Recognition in the eyes is sadly mockery.
This is no longer them, they are not who they used to be.
Screams of anger, voices harsh with fists of hate
You try so hard, you have so much on your plate.
There is no more that you can do.
They may be gone, still you try to be true.

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 48: (FORTUNE) in the B rhyme line.

10 Mar 2021 18 Comments

You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt of (FOOL and Head) and here is my Haiku. This week’s Décima Challenge is FORTUNE in the B rhyme line. This means you could write a haiku post using the prompt words. Then do a Décima post using this week’s prompt uniting the two with a common message.

The 2 CHALLENGES are SEPARATE but can be combined if YOU CHOOSE to do so. This week I do.

Image from Pixabay.

Here I’m trapped in this lonely place
Tied and bound to dance to their tune.
Hope gone, a soldier of fortune.
It’s me, not you here at God’s grace.
Fear creeping at relentless pace.
Morphious brought as injection.
This place spreads dread as infection.
Keys jangle in the dead of night.
Wings being clipped no hope of flight.
Give out the pills like confection.

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This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Décima