WD Poetic Form Challenge: Decima

Time for another WD Poetic Form Challenge. We’re going to attempt the decima this time around. Find the complete guidelines for this Spanish 10-liner by clicking here. If you read the comments, you’ll find some helpful (and advanced) insights from Pedro Poitevin as well.

So start writing them and sharing here on the blog (this specific post) for a chance to be published in Writer’s Digest magazine–as part of the Poetic Asides column. (Note: You have to log in to the site to post comments/poems; creating an account is free.)

Here’s how the challenge works:

  • Challenge is free. No entry fee.
  • The winner (and sometimes a runner-up or two) will be featured in a future edition of Writer’s Digest magazine as part of the Poetic Asides column.
  • Deadline 11:59 p.m. (Atlanta, GA time) on August 30, 2015.
  • Poets can enter as many decima poems as they wish. The more “work” you make for me the better, but remember: I’m judging on quality, not quantity.
  • All poems should be previously unpublished. If you have a specific question about your specific situation, just send me an e-mail at robert.brewer@fwcommunity.com. Or just write a new decima.
  • I will only consider decima shared in the comments below. It gets too confusing for me to check other posts, go to other blogs, etc.
  • Speaking of posting, if this is your first time, your comment may not appear immediately. However, it should appear within a day (or 3–if shared on the weekend). So just hang tight, and it should appear eventually. If not, send me an e-mail at the address above.
  • Please include your name as you would like it to appear in print. If you don’t, I’ll be forced to use your user/screen name, which might be something like HaikuPrincess007 or MrLineBreaker. WD has a healthy circulation, so make it easy for me to get your byline correct.
  • Finally–and most importantly–be sure to have fun!

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271 thoughts on “WD Poetic Form Challenge: Decima

  1. Jacqueline Hallenbeck

    Vertigo

    How I wish she’d go already!
    A dozen years without a break
    Wish I could drown her in a lake
    Guess she thinks we’re ‘going steady
    To release me she’s not ready
    although kisses I have planted
    on her cheek, I’m still enchanted
    and drunk under her magic spell
    I cannot bid Balance farewell
    Hope you don’t take it for granted

  2. Jacqueline Hallenbeck

    Verti go

    How I wish she’d go already!
    A dozen years without a break
    Wish I could drown her in a lake
    Guess she thinks we’re ‘going steady’
    To release me she’s not ready
    although kisses I have planted
    on her cheek, I’m still enchanted
    and drunk under her magic spell
    I cannot bid Balance farewell
    Hope youdon’t take it for granted

  3. RJ Clarken

    Weathered Thoughts

    A ‘girouette,’ you’d think, I bet,
    is all about giraffes, and yet,
    it’s actually a weather vane
    whose shape’s a rooster, in the main.
    So why not say, ‘roosterouette?’
    That makes more sense, one might suppose,
    than what those word-folks up and chose.
    And what of roosters or giraffes?
    Do they get air? Do they know drafts?
    Or even care which way wind blows?

    ###

  4. Asha1000

    For My Sisters and Brothers

    On my raped sisters and brothers,
    ruptures set as keloidal scars
    with tensile strength of iron bars
    that threaten to constrain mothers.
    But sharp minds pop free as others
    with steel blades race to amputate.
    Limbs severed regrow ambulate
    through burning bush, reddened rivers.
    Blue thin line atmosphere quivers
    as survivors’ cores coruscate.

    by Lelawattee Manoo-Rahming

  5. Jacqueline Hallenbeck

    TONGUES

    There are some rumors going ’round
    and these all come from hasty lips
    but there are haikus in my hips
    In my stomach, sonnets are found
    Cascades may add some extra pounds
    Fat is not my reality
    Before you call this gluttony
    I suggest you get all the facts
    I’m not chubby, obese or fat
    I am just eating poetry

  6. Jacqueline Hallenbeck

    POETIC DEADLINE

    Wrote this poem in a hurry
    You might say I’m just a rookie
    Found it in a fortune cookie
    (the balls to post it). It’s scary
    the things one does, but don’t worry,
    in the future, my poetry
    will be of better quality
    If this piece causes glaucoma
    or worse, puts you in a coma…
    The hospital bill is on me

  7. James Von Hendy

    Dreaming of Dreaming

    Once I slept through nights, and dreaming
    was slumber’s rest assured, tragic
    how dawn’s disruption ruined magic
    and rent apart the veil of seeming.
    Now the nights are long and teeming.
    Weltering thoughts from day crowd in
    and fill the dark with ceaseless din.
    I yearn for the dawn I dreaded
    though still I’d rather be headed
    deep into sleep where dreams begin.

  8. Jacqueline Hallenbeck

    JERSEY CITY iS… FOR POETS

    Jersey City is for poets
    At The Heights or in Journal Square
    There’s so much talent everywhere
    Once you visit us, you’ll know it
    Those who live here breathe it, show it
    Poets in transit just like me
    From Poplar to Montgomery
    We invite you to leave your mark
    In our venues and in our parks
    Come by and climb your po-e-tree

  9. Connie Peters

    Morning Wars

    She must have heard my room door creak
    For she’d be waiting at my chair
    The war would start with laptop there
    Between her ears I’d have to peek
    While stroking fur so soft and sleek
    I’d try to nudge her to the side
    But she would move where screen would hide
    The battles drove me clear insane
    But I would like to fight again
    I sure miss Snickers since she died

  10. Connie Peters

    A Poem

    I wonder what this poem will be
    A screech in silence of the night
    A flame that burns with dancing light
    A pile of words confusing me
    A jewel that’s hidden in a sea
    A creak of shivers up my spine
    A squirt of lemon while I dine
    A touch that comforts and consoles
    A way to grow and reach my goals
    A wrinkle in this life of mine

  11. Connie Peters

    Camp Counselor

    The paddles row mechanically
    Seems like a robot joined the scouts
    Brain feels like custard through the shouts
    The children quibble querulously
    I glance at sunset anxiously
    Expect a wrench to jar the works
    Pretending they don’t act like jerks
    I lead by duty with a smile
    Transporting them another mile
    I hope next job will have more perks

  12. lsteadly

    Just realized I had a miscount on a line, so here is the corrected version:

    I Feel You Still

    Seagulls swirl above the waters
    waves finger sand upon the shore
    where your spirit desires more
    than the lore of your forefathers
    who carved legends for your daughters.
    Your soul is singing in the mist
    freed now from life’s relentless fist.
    I only wish that you could be
    this free when you were here with me
    forgetting all, save how we kissed.

    Lisa L Stead

  13. stolle76

    HOARSE DEPOT
    A Decima for My Father

    Your voice stammers like railroad tracks:
    simultaneously soothing
    and altogether alarming—
    tongued ties slipping through seismic cracks.
    Carrying cargo on our backs;
    traveling blind, missing your site—
    caught by crossroads that ache and bite.
    Your fire burns longingly cold—
    winds howl softly, never quite bold:
    Your shadow creeps behind my light.

    — Christopher Stolle

  14. lsteadly

    I Feel You Still

    Seagulls swirl above the waters
    waves finger sand upon the shore
    where your spirit desires more
    than the lore of your forefathers
    who carved legends for your daughters.
    Your soul sings and dances in the mist
    freed now from life’s relentless fist.
    I only wish that you could be
    this free when you were here with me
    forgetting all, save how we kissed.

    Lisa L Stead

  15. Michelle Hed

    Chilled

    Deep in the ditch where bones lie still
    riddles are hidden, lying low;
    Whispers climb through the fallen snow,
    those bones no longer feel the chill
    but they have a story, a will.
    Long ago their flesh departed
    their souls flew through the uncharted.
    A walk, a trip, into that ditch
    a scream, a bony hand the snitch
    but now their stories just got started.

  16. Tracy Davidson

    Falling

    Another day, another door,
    another bruised and blackened eye.
    Why must he always make her cry?
    I cannot stand it any more,
    this girl’s pain cuts me to the core.
    How can I help her from this hell
    when she won’t show and she won’t tell?
    Tonight, I fear, another call
    to cops who’ll face the same brick wall.
    “Oh no,” she’ll say. “I tripped. I fell.”

  17. Amaria

    “Lost in Time”

    I had loved you with my whole heart
    and always thought I would have you
    I believed the sky would stay blue
    until the clouds drove us apart
    losing you to the twinkling stars
    I cried until rivers ran dray
    and slowly I lost track of time
    for the leaves had turned autumn brown
    memories faded of the sound
    of your soft whispers to the sky

  18. DanielR

    ALMOST BREAKING

    An albatross is heavy weight
    for even a man who is strong
    crumpling when holding it too long
    let it go before it’s too late
    embrace your life, accept your fate
    cracks in stone will spider and spread
    until the heart’s beauty is dead
    inhale, exhale the gusts of wind
    when it hurts, let it freely bend
    ‘til you reside outside your head.

    Daniel Roessler

  19. Azma

    Bothering ailment

    Pens have dried and papers are blank
    Ocean of creativity
    is in state of utter pity
    Ain’t no bloom in my rusted tank
    The empty vessel and it’s clank
    plays the piper and calls my laze
    maintaining me in this barred phase
    I’m conscious of diminishing
    but I have hope on returning
    completely relieved of this haze.

    -Azma Sheikh

  20. DanielR

    THERAPY COUCHES

    No clarity in hazy skies
    muddled shapes through thick frosted glass
    like old friends, memories will pass
    scales will be lifted from his eyes
    to recognize truths that were lies
    in shadows from days long ago
    learning he didn’t want to know
    himself, open wounds never healed
    familiar strangers now revealed
    he is broke, his progress is slow.

    Daniel Roessler

    1. Jacqueline Hallenbeck

      POETIC DEADLINE

      Wrote this poem in a hurry
      You might say I’m just a rookie
      Found it in a fortune cookie
      (The balls to post it). It’s scary
      the things one does, but don’t worry,
      in the future, my poetry
      will be of better quality
      Yet if this causes glaucoma
      or worse, puts you in a coma,
      the hospital bill is on me

  21. DanielR

    INFLEXIBLE WORLDS

    Rainbows bend but I seldom do
    my trenches for warfare are deep
    the price of compromise is steep
    so I defend my point of view
    with no attention paid to you
    Aretha sang about RESPECT
    these days it’s all about neglect
    ignore truths ‘til they go away
    if they disagree make them pay
    I have my image to protect

    Daniel Roessler

  22. Nancy Posey

    After the Ultrasound

    I couldn’t tell much by the face.
    I saw her slightest button nose
    Her buds that soon will become toes
    lie folded in my inner space.
    You’ll let me dress her up in lace.
    You know how much I love our boys
    I thrive on their rambunctious noise.
    The doctor says this one’s a girl.
    I’ll buy her dolls; her hair will curl.
    We’ll soon discover different joys.

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