Blue is the color shimmering from your eyes,
remembering that enchanting afternoon;
the hours we spent together in paradise,
making love and prolonging under the moon.
Our eyes still flashed with fervor in the sunrise,
a boon to the music of life's merry tune,
when our spirits shared one heart we were blessed.
Now, the zest lingers, but we're required to rest.
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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
Spring has come and gone, leaving its trace in the winter snow. To revive the feelings of love that we all know. Remember, reflect, and smile.
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