Through tall naked trees, a glimpse of bleached sky
I crunch scattered leaves, that lie in my way.
Flying geese honk and I wave, don't know why,
chilly winds whistle, as trees dance and sway.
Snowy tracks sparkle when winter sweeps by,
garden has brown spots where gnomes stood all day.
I nod 'sleep tight', as the weary sun wanes,
forest tucked in, until spring comes again.
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| Writing Prompt |
A Ottava Rima is a poem written in 8-line octives. Each line is of a 10 or 11 syllable count in the following rhyme:
one octive poem. abababcc
The example is a two octive poem, but for this contest, the limit is just one.
Example:
He is There
When sorrow lies entrenched within your heart
And doubts, like ocean waves, around you churn,
When chaos reigns o?er life and won?t depart
And for the peace of yesterday you yearn,
When evil thoughts are tearing you apart
And there is nowhere left for you to turn,
When dark of night persists throughout your day,
It?s time to fall upon your knees and pray.
For God is there, He?s always by your side,
He is your life?s companion and your friend,
He?s with you through each bitter storm you ride,
From morn?s first light to sunset at day?s end.
You must give up your bitterness and pride
And to your Lord extend your hand again.
He only wants for you to ask Him in
And you will be forgiven for your sin.
Copyright © 2003 Linda Newman |
Author Notes
Thanks to bdshutterspeed for the artwork.
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