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.

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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.

Life Line.

Photo by Gantas Vaiu010diulu0117nas on Pexels.com

Life’s Blood

She  struggles to survive

Reaching to sunlight to feel alive.

Hidden in shadow always  veiled

Heart felt pleas made, but failed.

Why in the backstreets must she hide

 She needs to run in fields wide.

Her hues to deepen as her soul flies

To lift her head  and see clear blue skies.

Withering and  thirsting she fights  for the light

Struggling  here, hidden in endless night.

She  clings  to her dreams of racing across virgin fields

Opening up her soul to dreams she yeilds.

Find her, save her, throw a life  line

Carry  her out into the sun shine.

Free her, let  her grow see her escape

Covering all with her blooming cape

Sue Vincent’s #writephoto Serenity. 4/9/20

This week’s prompt ~ Serenity

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a blue-lit landscape, land and calm water mirroring the cloudy, silver-lit sky.

My feet are cold, but I am past caring there is nothing left for me here. I step forward water rises up my legs, it’s no longer cold. My dress billows and the silver light touches my face. I am no longer tired, the pain is lifted from me as if I am cutting the ties that bind me. I move even further from the shore my steps unsteady now as the water reaches my chest. I am warm, I am rested I am happy. I slip beneath the waves and all I see is blue , as I look up I see the last of the silver light in the sky.

All of a sudden he is there his long red hair, his blue eyes and his beautiful silver fish tail. Wrapping me in his arms around me he whispers, “I told you I would wait for you, all you had to do was come to me.”

In the ICU the doctor shook his head , “We’ve lost her” he said, “Time of death 21.27″…the long whistle of the machine stopped as he turned it off leaving the low but determined beeps of the other patient’s machines in the background.

Her assigned nurse said quietly, “She really tried she kept on fighting, why did she just give up like that?” The team looked at her in silence then one of them said, “She looks amazing, there is a real aura of serenity about her”

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

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 19 (RIDE) This week, it’s the B rhyme line.

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This week I have linked my Décima with my entry for Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge which was Trip and Whip.

Image from Pixabay

Décima Escape.

I need to feel wind in my hair
Escape my tormenter and ride
To blow my mind’s cobwebs aside.
Throw caution up into the air
Trip the light fantastic,with care
Bring to me my black stallion.
Sailing land like a Galleon
This is not time for me to bide
Whip up my senses, joy and pride.
Flee from the mean Rapscallion.

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This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Décima https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/08/19/ronovan-writes-decima-poetry-challenge-prompt-no-19-ride-this-week-its-the-b-rhyme-line/

Wordless Wednesday. Escape.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS July 4/2020

2019-2020 SoCS Badge by Shelley! 

It’s Saturday and time for LindaGHill’s #SoCs. Strong language but not gratuitous.

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “toss.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!

She slammed the door shut and slung her bag over her shoulder. Marching up the road she felt a sense of relief flow over her. Her bag was not heavy just a few essentials.

New life, new job, a future. As she walked along the canal she stopped to toss her rings and door keys into the murky waters.

Free from that selfish tosser, free from criticism, that last punch had not broke her it had made her!

Would he cope…. She didn’t give a toss!

Thursday photo prompt: Torrent #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a waterfall, its peat-coloured waters cascading over a rocky ledge and surrounded by trees.

This week’s prompt ~ Torrent

Like life the waters are muddied

What has tainted them we don’t know.

A rust hue has them sullied

As they dive so far below.

Standing on the edge, eyes open wide

Not sure of my feelings

I turn my head to hide.

Wherever I go, whatever my dealings

I cannot escape the the dive.

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This is part of Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Challenge.

Escape Life Line.

Image from Pixabay

I had to leave the party, my head needed a break so I took my shoes off and I stole off to the lake.

The moon was glinting silver on water and there was a fine mist it all looked to beautiful, fresh and angel kissed.

I could hear the music from the party floating on the air the warm gentle night caressed me as I stood  alone and peaceful there.

The breeze took up a little and the clouds began to part and such a handsome moon appeared it almost stopped my heart.

I wanted to run up the moon beams I wanted to get way, I need a lifeline to save me. To open my eyes like the moon did just then , open  my eyes give me a lifeline and set me free

Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 30th, 2020. Finished.

Welcome to your 30th prompt for Just Jot it January 2020! Today’s prompt comes to us compliments of Lauren. Thank you, Lauren! Please be sure to visit her blog to read her post and say hello. And follow her while you’re there if you’re not already!

Your prompt for JusJoJan January 30th, 2020, is “finished.” Use the word “finished” any way you’d like. Enjoy!

I have done an Acrostic poem today.

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Finished, I have had enough

I can take no more of your stuff

No, finally I have eyes to see

Isolated and lost, a shadow of me.

So I am going to make a stand

Have I shocked you? That’s grand!

Ever I’ve been at your beck and call.

Done, we are finished that’s all!

Jusjojan

Flying High

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Carry me high,

Up into the blue sky.

I need to float I want to fly.

I grow weary of the ties that bind

I need to leave it all behind.

Draped in royal purple

And midnight blue

I am ready to break through.

Flocks of ravens wing my heels

Amid the thermal my soul weals

I glide and whirl,

Down I tumble and twirl

Gloriously my satin wings unfurl.

I dash from horizon to the moon

Leaving vapour trails in rainbow

hue.

No not wispy white for me

High-flying honestly free.

Above the earth for all to see

My spirit escaped mercifully free,

OH! thank God at last, cut loose and flying free.