Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 57: (WHIM) in the B rhyme line


Life’s deep quench so insatiable,

A trail of unrequited whims,

But dreams dear take a pseudonym,

Time’s stealthy elf not tameable,

All brave plans unattainable,

A tiny seed of hope dormant,

Hidden safe from Fate’s play mordant,

Awaits to burst in vernal bloom,

Saying nay to soothsayer’s doom,

Spouting fragrant hues in torrent.


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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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