Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 54: (BIRTH) in the D rhyme line.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image
You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt of (FORM and Mourn) here is mine. and this Décima Challenge of BIRTH in the D rhyme lineThis 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 chose to write a differing Décima to my Haiku.
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Like Dice

Altered carbon and stardust we
Play along the vast universe
Then,thrown like dice it is a curse.
Untethered by mortality
We glide about the galaxy.
Waiting patiently to be called
To join race and be enthralled.
Spiralling down we fall to earth
With pain we experience birth.
To start anew until recalled.

THIS IS PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S DÉCIMA CHALLENGE.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 353 BRANCH and Swift.

Its time again for Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Swaying in the wind
Root and branch supporting life
Swift passage of time.

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April 1: Flash Fiction Challenge: Swift Passage.

April 1 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a swift passage. You can take inspiration from any source. Who is going where and why. What makes it swift? Go where the prompt leads!.

I wrote this in honour of Sue Vincent. You can read her beautiful blog here.

The candle flickered her spirit left. Free from earth’s tethers and life’s pain she breathed again. Across the night sky lit by stars she flashed around the planet spreading love as she went. 

Alighting on her Moors, her spirit’s home. The stones welcomed her with love, they knew her worth. Cold winds could not chill her just carry her wisdom. 

Behind she left us grieving, family and friends alike. Her legacy will last forever as will the hole she left in our hearts. My last email to her said “sleep well.” Sue’s passage after death was swift to bliss.

Charli’s Carrot Ranch 

Stolen.

captivated

Locked , rooted to the spot

I was entrapped, cold yet blood hot.

Roots  from the soil wound up my thighs

My birds escaped me and took to the skies.

The words flew about the pages

As important as the words of sages.

I could not  move I was lost

They said read the pages at your cost.

Curiosity I could not contain

Captivated, I felt no pain.

All at once I was lifted  into the sky

Up into the grey where my  birds fly

Wind in my hair, no fear, I could not die.

Then down , down in to the tomb

Lost forever , trapped in the gloom.

🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

Another of my old poem reworked from 2014.

Life to Match.

image from here

Life is like a match. It bursts into being, full of promise and light. It grows then at it fullest and brightest it dies, returning us to the dark..

Birth is painful it is bloody, it is spectacular, it is after conception, the start for everybody. Pushed from the darkness into the light screaming and kicking you get handled by gloved hands under bright light.

Then like the flame as it takes hold the young brain sucking in knowledge. Like the match it needs oxygen as much as it can hold.

You see the blue and yellow of the flame grow in strength as it follows its aim. As we grow, we learn and we store the lessons that will form us more and more. Reaching out to light the world  doing all we can to live the life you know is right.

dicarded and forgotten

Like the match we reach our zenith gold and blue with smoky edges but only for seconds does that last. How soon our very best is past. Try as we may to keep the light, like the match are loosing it fast. So tailing down to nought but heat like the match we are thrown on the scrap heap. At best we end up all alone or, I shudder at the choice , in an old people’s home.

Sad as I am to be alone, don’t throw me in an old peoples home. I once had so much to share I am still in here please have a care.

The Story Sofa.

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Here I am with open arms

Oblivious to all your charms.

Here I am, the one you need

I’m always up for a midnight feed!!

I am on hand for a cosy rest in front of the fire, Sit with me in winter and  watch the snow fall as the flames grow higher.

I am here for you, in spring

Sit with me and listen to the Thrush sing.

Early morning late at night

I keep your secrets as you grow older

I am here for you when you need a shoulder

And encourage you to climb a gigantic life boulder!

I excel at family  gatherings 

Christmas, Easter, Birthdays Weddings.

Usually I get tarted up when special visitors come to sup!

Always in need when there are babies,

Good for cuddles and sometimes a lot more too!

I  will not say what  that’s about .

I shall not disclose what you get up to when everyone’s out!

Such comfort can found in my arms.

For weary heads with physical or mental qualms.

I never nag or boss you. I am always here when your day is through.

I stand here for you when you’ve had enough.

I’ve been with you good and bad

Shared your grief  when you’ve been sad.

Seen you laugh  loud and free

And kept the secrets you’ve given me.

Then one day comes a bolt out of the blue I am of no longer any use to you.

I am banished shoved aside

No longer wanted even though I held your side.

Cast aside for versions new

Image google

Now, how ungrateful can you be !

After all these years you abandon me??

Blueprint

Wonderful musings on life from Sue Vincent.

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

To leave no place for regret in a life
Save only mistakes from which to learn
Letting error serve good purpose
Redeeming remorse for hurt
Carelessly committed
Youthful folly wakes
To see itself
Mirrored eyes
Reflect
Pain
Joy
Growing
Unfolding
Other choices
From a deeper well
Embracing each moment
A gift of living presence
Harmony of body and soul
Accepting human imperfections
Part of the blueprint for the journey home

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Special Collection Flash Fiction Challenge

Charli Mills has a special Flash Fiction prompt, this week, that introduces a month of differences in February. A flash fiction challenge, honouring our very special blogging friend, Sue Vincent, in advance of a competition, which will be supporting Sue. January 28, 2021, prompt: In 99 words no more no less.

January 28, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about life as a river of consciousness. Think about the possibilities of the prompt. Go where the prompt leads!

Like a River.

“What are you looking at?” the young man asked the older woman. Smiling she turned to answered him. “I am looking at life.” Perplexed the young man wondered what she meant. “Every ripple, every shimmer of light upon the water is a life, a story. You see we all flow from the source encountering highs and lows as we meander along. Travelling though the seasons we learn. Small streams join as we travel they do not deminnish us but help to us grow as we journey on to reach our sea of enlightenment.The young man saw the truth.

Special Collection Flash Fiction Challenge

#TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 210 #SYNONYMSONLY

Welcome to Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Poetey Challenge.

Colleen said. “Don’t forget! You can use the Badger Hexastitch form if you want to experiment. I suggested two opposite words for you to find synonyms for. This form is written in 6 lines, with a syllable count of 2/4/6/6/4/2. The form is unrhymed with optional rising and falling end-words, which I think adds an interesting twist. Until I get this added to the cheatsheet, please read my discussion of this form HERE.” So ever eager to experiment I have had a go. I have use the synonyms Time Gone for Past, and Now for Present.

Here are your two words:

PAST & PRESENT.

© willowdot21.

Time gone
A lifetime of
Learning sets the, now pace.
History teaches well
Nought changes just
Repeats.

The Friday Reminder for #SoCS & #JusJoJan 2021 Daily Prompt – Jan. 23rd

Badge by Shelley Krupa.

It’s Saturday and time for LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Today Linda has given this old chestnut of prompt:Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “close eyes and point.” When you’re ready to write your post, open a book, a newspaper, or whatever is handy and close your eyes and point. Whatever word or picture your finger lands on, make that the basis of your post.

Thankful

I opened my copy of :This is Lockdown by Marje Mallon. It was actually the only book in the room. I contrabuted to this book, in fact that said contrabution is my first foray into print.

I digress, I opened the book, closed my eyes, and pointed. When I opened my eyes the word I was pointing to, and I mean bang on the button pointing to was Thankful.

Firstly I am thankful to Marje for believing in me enough to ask me if I would like to contrabute, along with others, to her book.

Secondly I am thankful that I have a home, food, warmth and my hubby.

Thirdly I am so thankful that our middle lad has survived the Covid, it was nasty and very worrying at times. We lost hubby’s mother to Covid last June. He is back at work and though struggling with exhaustion he is improving.

Fourthly I am thankful that the other two lads, the grandchildren and the daughter in law are all well and coping.

Penultimately I am thankful that after an awful year, healthwise, last year. I am finally regaining my strength.

Finally I am thankful for all of you my lovely blog brothers and sisters. As always you have all helped and supported me. I am truly thankful for you all and my lot.

This is part of SoCs and Jusjojan.

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