They rang at her temples a song

They rang at her temples a song
6 May 2021
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She was on a ship to be sold
Pirates around her swarmed anew
Cuts in her skin were quite a few
So ran her blood like liquid gold

Streaming to write stories untold
The pen inked bloody red wrote long
Her heart kept its pulse ever strong
On went her heartbeats with a throb
Her throat retained many a sob
They rang at her temples a song

Reading of the poem:
Pranamystic - Shaman’s dream
Based on challenge by Ronovan Writes using the word “Gold” in line A 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 here
https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/05/05/ronovan-writes-decima-poetry-challenge-prompt-no-56-gold-in-the-a-rhyme-line/ 

You can also view a full explanation regarding the Décima here
https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/04/16/how-to-write-an-espinela-or-decima-poem/

The light spilling fast

The light spilling fast
24 March 2021
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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:
Stive Morgan - Melancholy

Whispered end

Whispered end
2 March 2021
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: 
Messiah Project - My Usual Thought 

Invading the night

Invading the night

12 April 2020

Courtesy pinterest

 

 

Close your eyes

Let the darkness seep

Within lids

World now skids

Into proportions of black

They spell bleak the lack

 

Inhale white

Let it feed senses

Relentless

Stark pursuit

Of imaginary soot

Cleansing the dark chest

 

Feel the light

Invading the night

Keep it soft

Within chest

Let it quiet all unrest

Balance heart in rest

 

Reading of the poem:

Jon Bryant – Light (OFFICIAL VIDEO)

 

Scent of summertime

Scent of summertime

11 April 2020

 

Run along

The pathways stretch out

Conjoining

Pink flowers

They border the green hedges

Where axe drove the wedges

 

Clear cutting

Woodcutters at work

Loosen limbs

Off the trees

Swaying under springtime breeze

They offer blossoms

 

I inhale

Scent of summertime

Hidden deep

In the grass

When the springtime bloom will pass

Uncover morrows

 

Reading of the poem:

Cibelle – Minha Neguinha

Burning within breath

Burning within breath

10 April 2020

Courtesy Christian Schloe

 

The city sprawls

Its engines now spent

Loose hurdles

Blood curdles

Thoughts of morrows’ place to rent

The kites within chest

 

The flurry

Birds within the skies

Welcoming

Springtime gait

Treetops where the flowers wait

The fall in summer

 

Take a chance

Open the chimneys

The dust piled

Cleansed with broom

Learn to spell the miracles

Burning within breath

 

Reading of the poem:

London London – Cibelle

Eye gathered lilies

Eye gathered lilies

22 February 2020

Courtesy wikimedia

 

Daffodils smiled slight

Aligned in metastasis

The wind stroked rivers

 

Peeping through hedges

Walking into his footsteps

March blossoms shone through

 

Return of my King

Senses locked on to his strides

Eye gathered lilies

 

Reading of the poem:

“Exaltation” from the album Lamentation of Swans: A journey towards silence – Azam Alii and Loga Torkian

 

Mind matters

Mind matters

19 February 2020

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Silent strides

Jogging memory

Reckoning

Mind matters

The urgency of appeal

To soul in tatters

 

Pick me whole

Speak me in silence

Strident seams

In my dreams

Stitching patchwork of nothings

Needle my finger

 

Guess my works

Hercules symbol

Of leisure

And Toil

Meaningless enigma spun

Across my chest throbs

 

Reading of the poem:

Are you there ? – Mono