Ronovan Décima Poetry Challenge #24
“Look” In the C rhyme line
Art from Crate&Barrel
As family sagas are spun
Twisting turns of a story line.
Visions judged, challenges align
Chapters finished, others begun.
Someone’s vision that judged and done
Began journey without a look
Over mountains, a brand new nook.
Like most stories, beginnings start
Seeking truths, without a chart.
A never ending storybook.
©2020 cj holm
Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 24 (LOOK) This week, it’s the C rhyme line.
“Décima” (also known as Espinel)is a Spanish style or form of musical poetry that contains 10 lines of eight syllables.
The style has a rhyming pattern of abbaaccddc. Sometimes you break the stanza up in abba/accddc.
The abba/accddc requires either a period or semicolon after the fourth line break.
As I finish my first month of “retirement” I find myself still trying to settle into my new reality. Unfortunately health considerations have ruled my schedules as doctor visits and surgeries have taken their toll. My recent torn rotator cup injury (the result of a unlit midnight collision with a Tupperware top, my foot, and a kitchen chair) has left me either in “achy” pain or subsuming to the vacant stare of medically induced altered state. Neither of these situations allows for much in the way of huge accomplishments, but have taught me the value of “petite” objectives.
Today I await the results of last week’s shoulder MRI and the doctor’s advice of either a quick micro-surgery or a full scale rebuild of my shoulder. My insurance plan will dictate seeking a fix or pursuing a cure, either will work for me as I am board with the pharmaceutical existence I have been stuck in. I am looking forward to being able to raise a beer with either hand.
These weekends brought needed rains to the Midwest, but have been followed by a cold front delaying the summer flowers. Luckily I have found the joys of an electric mug warmer, which allows my coffee to remain hot in my cup during long periods of inactivity – perfect for navigating the internet.
This month also brought the news of the death of two friends, both of whom I met during college. One became a fraternity brother and remained a constant participant in my life through marriages, careers, children, and grandchildren. His motor had one switch and it remained on through a difficult journey. The other I hadn’t thought of for a number of years (in fact, recently surfacing as a late night recollection) – two days later I noticed her maiden name in an obituary in a hometown newspaper. It was sad to see my “whatever happened to” being reduced to a three paragraph summation.
In both cases, newspaper obituary photos fail to capture the lives they lived and the places they hold in my heart.
This week’s goals: (in no particular order)
Dig one flower garden
Get fish pond running
Eliminate 50 items of clutter
Refill Vicodin prescription