Inner battles
War. Who isn’t waging it inside? Name one person without an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other. War begins from the time we’re told, “NO!” We struggle with… Continue reading
War. Who isn’t waging it inside? Name one person without an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other. War begins from the time we’re told, “NO!” We struggle with… Continue reading
The library of Alexandria burns. We surf for information Starved of knowledge. Atlantis sweeps away ruins of history. Reimagined priests worship Brahman’s sacrifice. Ten thousand years, Sahara’s secrets waited. We bury… Continue reading
DÉCIMA: 10 lines of poetry that rhyme. 8 syllables per line. SET RHYMING PATTERN: ABBAACCDDC OR two stanzas of ABBA/ACCDDC. THE CHALLENGE WORD: (CONTRAST) in the A rhyme line. HAIKU: 3 lines. 5 syllables in the… Continue reading
Life will become what it is, my time a flash of tiny light dancing in a celestial stream. . Why fear death when the prison of body falls away? We soar above the… Continue reading
THE QUICK DESCRIPTION OF HOW TO WRITE A DÉCIMA: There are 10 lines of poetry that rhyme. 8 syllables per line. There is a SET RHYMING PATTERN we must stick to. ABBAACCDDC OR two stanzas of ABBA/ACCDDC. Décima … Continue reading
Décima (8 syllables, 10 lines, rhyme pattern: abbaaccddc) Today’s Décima challenge is the word BLIND. This word must be one of the C line words. Then the other C line(s) word(s) must rhyme with BLIND. Haiku (5 – 7 –… Continue reading
Ronovan has a new challenge today, so I’m trying it out for size. The Traditional Décima Poem: Décima poetry is a 10 line stanza with 8 syllables per line. The rhyming pattern is abbaaccddc. Using… Continue reading
Seek what you cannot perceive, strive to learn what you cannot know. For the spark of knowledge to ignite, curiosity must grow. — Joelle LeGendre
I reach for a thought that melts away …snow falling outside a sliding glass door …children playing in white too bright for my mind. Only shadows remain. She looks into my camera, her… Continue reading
Once, I wrote poetry, the black cat part of me. Once, I flew on airplanes, until they gave me migraines. Once upon a time I believed in ever after but no prince proved… Continue reading