We ask and yet we don’t receive.
Let’s drop some plans. Let others wait.
I wonder: Were the corners straight?
What wayward missteps did we weave?
I won’t let fear take root to grieve.
Dreams are cooking? Let them simmer.
Dusk is growing. Light gets dimmer.
Take time to find the righteous way
avoiding what led us astray.
Morning sunlight soon will shimmer.
Ronovan Hester challenges us to write a décima with the rhyme word “shimmer” in a C line with a rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC.


I won’t let fear take root to grieve – I love this line.
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It is the main message. Thank you, Pragalbha!
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WOWwwwwww, Frank, you really hit this one out of the park!!
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Thank you, Rene!
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You’re most welcome 😉
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Beautifully written, Frank!
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Thank you, Eugenia!
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Most welcome!
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I won’t let fear take root to grieve…great work. Good job on this that should be our mantra.
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Thank you!
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Nicely done, Frank.
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Thank you, Mark!
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This is lovely and though provoking, Frank.
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Thank you, Robbie!
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A beautiful post! Love the photo…
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Thank you, Dwight!
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you are welcome!
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Beautiful metaphor, Frank
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Thank you, Laura!
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