Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 367 NOTE and Send.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

a note of caution
don’t send the wrong message out
rona has not gone
hiding in the shadows still
silent and ready to pounce.

My reaction to today’s easing of restrictions, with numbers rising I feeling it’s at best foolhardy at worst total madness.

Stay safe, stay well. ūüíú

Ronovan Writes D√©cima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 65: (GO) in the B rhyme line.

Parliament still leads the dance
Question is should masks stay or go.
They’re also stopping lateral flow.
Go into work now take a chance.
Coughs on transport get sideways glance.
No longer heed the Delta strain
Rishi Sunak is out for gain.
So rules will be relaxed we smile.
As confusion reigns all the while.
As our safety goes down the drain !

This is my entry for Ronovanwrite’s Weekly D√©cima. I have link my D√©cima to my Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

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Ronovan Writes D√©cima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 48: (FORTUNE) in the B rhyme line.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image
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 D√©cima Challenge is FORTUNE in the B rhyme lineThis means you could write a haiku post using the prompt words. Then do a D√©cima post using this week‚Äôs 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.

********

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly D√©cima

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 348 FOOL and Head.

Ronovanwrite’s.
Image from Pixabay.

A mist fills my head
With with the madness of a fool.
Eyes closed hope is dead.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge

Tree of Hope

6 years ago  I  visited a friend in  a psychiatric unit :  One  wall  was  decorated  with  the  Tree of Hope  logo. This  is  what I  saw  and  felt.

Hope?

Tree of hope
Is this a joke
Lost souls wandering
Bored staff pondering.

Angry women strutting
Locked door are shutting
Tempers are  fraying.
Any point in praying?

One  step forward three back .

Covers for  the care  they lack.

Man shouting  he needs  his phone

His  eyes  ask will he find his way home

Tree of hope
Is this a joke
Lost souls wandering
Bored staff pondering.

*******

I wander if that unit has improved in six years. I doubt it … Especially not now with Covid.

Hopelessness

image  from here 

Hopelessness Acrostic.

Hope left with not even a goodbye

Off  it  went  regardless of my  cry

Paralyised with fear unable to fly.

Ever ready  to  surround  me

Loneliness  grabbed me so I could not  flee

Eager  to entrap me in it‚Äôs hold

Sinister  horror  surrounds  me whole

Slipping ever  further  from reality

Never knowing  if  ever again I will be free

Endless  questions  beset  my mind

Smothering me with hopelessness unkind

Sinking  deep into  the abyss, lost alone death  would be bliss.

Ronovan Writes D√©cima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 36: (GIFT) in the B rhyme line.

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Ronovan said : You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt of (MAD and Sane) which and this D√©cima Challenge of GIFT in the B rhyme lineThis means you could write a haiku post using the prompt words. Then do a D√©cima post using this week‚Äôs 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 do so. Here is the link to my Haiku.

The gift of madness.

Image from Pixabay.

Corridors full of empty souls
Dancing but their spirits won’t lift.
Sanity is not ours to gift
Lost forever all youthful goals
Here hope is gone it downhill rolls.
Screaming inside, making no sound
Dancing in circles round and round.
Foresake all hope of leaving here.
Keeping guard, surrounded by fear.
We’re all lost never to be found.

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This is my entry for Ronovanwrite’s D√©cima Challenge.

Ronovan Writes D√©cima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 32: (SLEEP) in the B rhyme line.

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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‚Äôt know how to write a D√©cima, click HERE to go to a post on How to Write an Espinela or D√©cima Poem.

You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt .Ebb and Flow and Sleep.

The two challenges are separate but can be combined if we choose to do so.

Tides of Madness

The tides of madness ebb and flow
Restlessness only calmed by sleep.
The waking hours make me weep.
Dark seasons like days of shadow.
Seeds of darkling around me grow.
Fears inside me grow and recede.
Monsters use my terror as feed.
Madness has me held as captive.
Rise and fall, trapped, no more to give.
Madness eats my soul and I bleed

The above painting is work of Dorothea Tanning it is called The Madness of Doors.

One Liner Wednesday: 16 /9/20.

© willowdot21

I cut and coloured my hair today, does that mean, I have joined the lunatic fringe.

This is part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday

The Madness of doors.

The talent Geoff LePard posted about an exhibition he visited at Tate Modern. The exhibition was of the work of Dorothea Tanning. I was so taken by what Geoff had to say about his visit not only the artwork but also an over heard conversation in the cafe. You can read the post here. The Surreal in the Here and Now.

Below is one of Dorothea’s paintings it really took my eye and I had to write a mirror Etheree about it. This is just my interpretation, I am probably well off of the mark. I don’t care because it spoke to me. So thanks to Geoff we have.

The madness of doors.

Mad

You say

I am mad

This demon here

Knows better than that

I just gave birth to it

Don’t dare look at me like that

Mad, no I have opened the doors

Madness lies in closed doors, teathered souls

Clawing at the wood screaming to be free.

Don’t approach, this fruit of my womb may bite.

If you disturb it, it will take flight

Madness lies that way you must know

I’ll not take your food or drink

It will sully my milk

My child needs to feed

To sate it’s greed

I know I

Am not

Mad.

******

The painting is by Dorothea Tanning. It is called Birthday, 1942, Oil on canvas.

I wrote about a birth before I found out it was actually called Birthday.

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