Glory of new-found mystery
The rhythm of the feet now changed
Embracing magic once estranged
Bodies melted in ecstasy;
Like long lost pagan symphony
The moon the clouds in night did chase
Fervent dancers in trembling daze
They locked their arms in restless link
Skies defined them in magic ink
Of lucid embrace transient phase
Reading of the poem:
Lonely – Cosmic Balance
Based on challenge by Ronovan Writes using the word “Chase” in line C of the decima.
In brief, for a Décima, there are 10 lines of poetry that rhyme and there must be 8 syllables per line.
There is a Set Rhyming Pattern we must stick to: ABBAACCDDC or ABBA/ACCDDC.
For more information or to view other contributions, please follow the link hereRonovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 53: (CHASE) in the C rhyme line. | ronovanwrites
Cavernous
shadows sight my eyes
I follow
dark inside
A dialog between us
overcomes cobwebs
Thought expressed
ringing through my head
the message
sits clumsy
an attempt to understand
meanings of half light
Piercing ray
resounding echo
burning through
retina
the stratosphere now reckons
the light spilling fast
Reading of the poem:
With a bowing head
she welcomed the contrivance
her plan hid in mind
Fools thought her broken
She smiled at the morons’ schemes
her vengeance supreme
The arch in her brows
hiss of her inner being
only dunce ignores
Stellar detection
she examined first the clowns
The idiots stared
A flutter arose
In hearts of the compromised
The innocent woke
Prime numbers sashayed
The nerds ran helter-skelter
Her arms crushed their will
Reading of the poem:
Hills turn blue
vapour condenses
illusion
On white glass
my eye signs off a contract
with the moonlit shades
Harrowing
the sights of morrows
they swell slow
into mind
I reshape their existence
with might of the flow
Conducive
point of the return
Saddened eye
whispered end
stammers which the mind portends
that the soul now mends
Reading of the poem:
Dwindling spot of light
sinking in the skies
Ebb of the sun’s rays
Wane moon rises high
Dribble of silver oozing
a stream runs through night
Reflux of the breeze
Bubbles of air in river
Flow of the current
Three weave the stories
Their fingers points of flux gush
with oncoming rush
The stars now retreat
The winds drop on rising tides
The throngs flood the gates
Drift in the bees’ hive
A goodbye to royalty
stages in decay
Reading of the poem:
Bitter happenings
of bleak landscapes of the mind
frozen in the core
Crisp thoughts of morrows
numbing the flow of heartbeats
biting raw of flesh
Icy winds swept fast
through the ebb and flow of time
They spelt love’s decline
Cool winter mornings
Chill of a frosty sunshine
dawned upon our souls
A dip into hope
Drops of wonder cut through doubt
A dive into faith
Your hands are so cold
Warm them upon my bosom
Pray fall into heart
Reading of the poem:
