Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 68: (BEACH) in the A rhyme line.

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  • That way other people can visit your post and check out your poem.
  • You can also put the link of this challenge in your post to let your followers know where to go if they want to participate. This is called a Pingback. This is not mandatory to join in or to put your post link in the comments. Click HERE to find out how to do a Pingback.
  • Reblogging is great as well.

Some people like to copy and paste the challenge image into their posts. That’s okay with me.

Sites to help:

RhymeZone.com
Thesaurus.com
Merriam-Webster.com  Use this site for syllables. I’ve used several online counters and too many have given different counts for the same word, so I use the dictionary now. Also, in some parts of the English speaking world, the syllables may come out in the spoken language a bit differently. And that’s okay. Write to enjoy, too learn, and yes, try to get the syllables right, but above all create and enjoy.

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10 thoughts on “Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 68: (BEACH) in the A rhyme line.

  1. Grief

    The suddenness is soon in reach,
    the loss, the sorrow, and the guilt,
    and ’tis so deep, the soul doth wilt,
    yet there is so much left to teach.

    Oh, the lure of a quiet beach,
    sand sifting between outstretched toes,
    massaged comfort to ease the blows,
    the weight of wearying grief,
    for we are shaped to seek relief,
    to embrace life as chapters close.

    http://www.engleson.ca

    Like

    • Alas, I needed to repair my meter…

      Grief

      The suddenness is soon in reach,
      the loss, the sorrow, and the guilt,
      and ’tis so deep, the soul doth wilt,
      yet there is so much left to teach.

      Oh, the lure of a quiet beach,
      sand sifting between outstretched toes,
      massaged comfort to ease the blows,
      the grim weight of wearying grief,
      for we are shaped to seek relief,
      to embrace life as chapters close.

      http://www.engleson.ca

      Liked by 1 person

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