Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 12 (WIND) This week, it’s the B rhyme line.

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.

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Intent and Thought.

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.

Thursday photo prompt: Dream #writephoto

This week’s prompt ~ Dream

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a pale pathway meandering through a field of purple heather towards the green of distant hills.

Sleep would not come, just waves of fear and pain. There was no silence either. Voices discussing, the news, gardens, family, Covid… I can’t blame them this was their day. Their shift, they would go home and sleep.

The scariest thing was the voice that echoed through the ward of the disturbed patient who repeated and repeated “It’s the Covid cough, the Covid, Covid, cough gonna get you” If he was not sleeping that’s all I could hear. It was better during the day because he’d call out for “Tea tea” and the nurses would bring him one and then he would shout “Happy Birthday” and we’d all smile.

At night it felt like he was closer, he was not, he was on the male side of the ward but sound carries at night. I was frightened, unreasonably so by this prophet of doom. I was lonely and in pain.

Then the pain spiked I had to give in and use my buzzer, the nurse came I told her I couldn’t take the pain. She gave me some intravenous painkillers as an extra to the antibiotics and fluid IVs. She stayed a while and then thankfully I drifted off to a better place.

There lies the path

Through seas of purple heather

Morpheus lifted

Me off to the land of dreams

Fear and pain was then banished.

This is part of Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Challenge, #writephoto

Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 184, #SpecificForm

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Challenge.

It’s the fifth Tuesday of the month! This is our chance to work with a specific syllabic poetry form. Take this opportunity to learn more about the particular form.

This week’s form is:

Haibun

As an added bit to the challenge… please use Frank J. Tassone’s photo as the inspiration for your Haibun. Frank says this spot is called Getrude’s Nose, a Rocky promenade located in Minnewaska Preserve State Park, in the Shawangunk Mountains outside New Paltz, New York (about a 2 hour drive out of NYC). Please include the copyright to the photo in your post.

I decided to take on Colleen’s challenge and write about part of my recent time in hospital.

The Table.

© 2020 Frank J. Tassone

I lie on my side, voices above my head are panicked. Another voice arrives, a quick discussion ensues. Angiogram is mentioned, I am moved. It’s all panic and pain. My head searches for escape, trees, rock, warmth and peace. The voices decide what they are doing. A voice barks orders at me, the pain increases…..

Help me fly, Gaia.

Bare me away on wings of

Your healing powers

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 312 Intent&Thought

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Rediscovering

Nature is my sole intent

All life here in thought

The Challenge Words! From Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Intent&Thought

Thursday photo prompt: Veiled #writephoto

This week’s prompt ~ Veiled

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a green horizon, beyond which the mist veils a hill topped with strange rock formations.

Morning veiled by death

She picked up her baggage and

At last she’s at peace.

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This is part of Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo . A Haiku for MIL.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 308 Anger& Logic

Firey emotions

Forcing anger to fly high

Where is life’s reason

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

The Challenge Words!

Anger&Logic

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.

Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 179, #ThemePrompt

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

It’s the fourth week of the month! Are you ready for a theme prompt? Merril D. Smith from last month’s challenge selected a special theme:

So this month’s theme is:

“How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.”

― William Shakespeare,

Maybe I should of written a sonnet but it was a Gogyohka that really spoke to me. I wrote this one about the world situation but it could apply to any situation really. The title is Caring Light.

image from Pixabay

So deep the depths of despair

Separated by nescesity we show care

No touch, isolation bites deep

Yet the light of love we keep

Flickering warming it’s healing we keep.

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Part of Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 6 (Eye). This week, it’s the B rhyme spot.

Image from Pixabay

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.

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My entry for this weeks Décima Poetry Challenge No. 6 EYE. (A New Challenge here on ronovanwrites.com)

Thursday photo prompt: Painted #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a rather oriental red bridge over a  pool covered with waterlilies and surrounded by trees.

This week’s prompt ~ Painted

In silence they stand and drink in the view

The sound of the waterfall, music to their ears

The lilly flowers a sight bright and new

They had seen nothing like this for years.

The beauty of nature, it sights and it’s smells

Had almost been forgotten lost for years.

A lifetime they’d been sheltering in their cells.

Hiding from death, while nature simply thrived

Without interference the planet found new life

The humans dwindled but some survived

The planet hoped they had their lessen learned.

Don’t take nature for granted her gifts are to be earned

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THIS IS PART OF SUE VINCENT’S #writephoto.

Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 178 #PhotoPrompt

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

Vashti Q. Vega, from last month’s challenge, has provided the photo for this month’s challenge:

This week I have decided to do a Shadorma for Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka.

Image Credit: Balaji Malliswamy

Watching me

Slowly draining life

Eating up

My soul whole

Evil stalks my nights and days

I can not escape.