Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 28 (FATE) This week, it’s the B rhyme line.

Ronovan our host chose the word FATE this week.

You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt of (DUST & Weed). and FATE.

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

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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.

I have combined my Haiku from Monday with the décima so my words to use are Dust, Weed and Fate.

The Awakening.

Image from Pixabay

Who ever said that you own me
This worm has learned it’s not too late.
To change my life, no slave to fate.
You do not own me I am free
I am no more your property
Nevermore dust under your feet
Nor a weed for you to defeat.
No more am I your blank canvas
Cut and scraped for you to distress.
At last I’ve woken, up you see.

Part of Ronovanwrite’s Décima Challenge.

August Stanza 10, Dust

It is August and so Jane is doing : a chain of images each one suggested by the last word in the preceding poem. They’ll be short, a single image of just a few lines. It will be interesting to see where it ends up by the end of the month.

Kat will be doing short 3,4, or 5 line poems no syllable counts of rhymes, starting with the word ‘August’ on the first day. The last word of the poem will be the first word of day two’s poem, and so on until the end of the month.

Finally I shall be doing all types of poetry but each poem will start with the last word in the preceding poem.

Today’s poem is Free Verse

Dust

Image from Pixabay

Dust, watch it blow away

Covering all surfaces

Filling the cracks and holes.

Healing nothing in its contamination.

A fine film of curruption.

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   American pie

What choice is there but despair 

No choice all is dust.

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Dust floats in the air

She no longer gives a damn

The pie is wasted

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Mud pie and dust pie

Full of imagination

Childhood days fly by

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No of these Haiku are political .

Images from Google 

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