Repentance cringes at the past
since God detests the rot of it
that reeks of death. The blot of it
warns us beware of each contrast.
We’re thankful though that didn’t last.
We saw in time our wretched ways.
Where would we be if all our days
continued on mechanically
when seeing meant we didn’t see?
Such gratitude’s the source of praise.
Ronovan Hester offers the challenge of using the rhyme word “contrast” in the A line of a décima where the rhyme pattern is ABBAACCDDC.


Love the line “beware of each contrast”. So relevant today, and I mean TODAY!
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Today is very unusual. Thank you, Mary!
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Today is unusual but so is your poem….💜
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Thank you, Willow!
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WOW-good, Frank!!
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Thank you!
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My pleasure 🙂
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Well done, Frank!
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Thank you!
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“We saw in time our wretched ways” — not as a society, it seems, yet society is made up of individuals, like you and me. 🙂
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Some of us did and may more of us do. Thank you, Jenna!
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