Delusion masks the sense of it. Deceptive dreaming wastes my time. From out of this I’d love to climb, this dark, demonic, dragon pit.
Against the wall in mud I sit. I see a makeshift rope appear and from above the voice I hear is telling me to grasp it tight. There was no way, but now there’s light. Death grabbed my feet, but mercy’s near.
Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “time” to be used in a B-line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge. I was thinking of Jeremiah 38 about Jeremiah being rescued from the dungeon of Malchiah when describing the rescue from this dragon pit.
When Lydia was playing in a shallow pool about four inches deep she stumbled and fell face down into the water. The problem is she did not stand up. She kept her face submerged in the water. She was very young.
Her father was watching her and saw what happened. He got up out of his chair, stepped into the water and lifted her. He and his wife wiped off the water. Lydia smiled. That was enough water play for today.
It wasn’t a dangerous rescue. Some rescues are routine, but imagine the consequences if they had not happened.
We hope we built it on the solid stone.
Earth that would get dizzy makes things wave.
We used what we were given, staying brave,
Though walls might fall and we’re left all alone.
We did avoid the sandy, shifting shore
Licentiousness had offered in its hand.
We chose perhaps unjustly the well-planned
When legalism offered frowning chores.
Looking high we see dark skies above.
The morning brings us color from the sun.
We built our best, remained in spite of doubt
Talking from our hearts to only one,
Walking on the waters of his love,
Confidently breathing in and out.
Linked to dVerse Open Link Night where Kim, Writing in North Norfolk, is hosting.
I started focusing on poems with fourteen lines. Here is an attempt at a Petrarchan sonnet.
By grasping ground the trees submit then stand To face the stormy weather, hot or cold. Winds slap their leaves with branches fully fanned Yet year by year they grow on land they hold. Small habits starting weak turn strong and bold. They would not hesitate if they could voice Their affirmations - life would be the choice. They welcome all who aid their living there. They fix one spot then from that spot rejoice And offer wayward folk refreshing air.
Linked to dVerse Poetry Forms. Rosemary Nissen–Wade is hosting with the dizain poetry form: 10 lines, 10 syllables per line with thyme pattern ababbccdcd.
Winter wears a gloomy sky.
Yesterday came snow.
Today as well we’ll get some, too.
Tomorrow? I don’t know,
But if it dumps a load on us
I will wonder when
We’ll get to feel warm spring love leap
That brings back joy again.
Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille where Grace is hosting using “leap” as the prompt word.
Photos: “Sun Through Overcast Sky”, above, and “Lake Michigan and Overcast Sky”, below, by the author and linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with theme “Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow”.