Nature’s Lift

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub - MTB:  Numbering Ten
(posted by Laura Bloomsbury) - Decuain Form

"Today is the 10th day of March. A number we barely attend to other than its associations with decimalization, human digits, a coveted football/soccer shirt, and for us Brits, the home of a Prime Minister! Pythagoreans on the other hand would abhor such profane complacency. For them

“the number “10” was the most divine of all, called “the mother of all, the all-comprising, all-bounding, the firstborn, the never-swerving, the never-tiring holy ten, the keyholder of all,” with its own prayer dedicated to it and a symbol called the Tetractys, which consisted of a triangle with 10 points across four rows, which they literally worshipped on their knees in deep prayer.” ~ Brent Swancer

"Although it has evidently existed long before, the decasyllabic decastitch (!) poetry form has been ascribed to Sheeley A. Cephas and named ‘the Decuain’ (pronounced duck•won),  though the stipulation includes iambic pentameter and permits 3 choices of rhymes;  ababbcbcaa, ababbcbcbb, or ababbcbccc"

"So in today’s challenge I offer you a choice :-

a 10 line stanza poem (more stanzas permitted of this length)
10 syllables per line
rhyme scheme as per the Decuain or free verse if you’d prefer


a 5 line stanza poem (more stanzas if you wish)
1;2;3;4;10 syllables for each successive line of the 1st; 3rd; 5th  stanza etc; inverted for even numbered stanzas"

On a day of gray weather, matching heart,
long hours I idled staring out window.
Dogs eager for walk, preferred early start.
Put my blues aside; no time to wallow.
Two houses down I spied Spring's new-born show,
purple heads of crocus gracing the ground.
I smiled, delighted, picked up my tempo.
Was grandiose groundhog's omen not sound?
Thoughts turned to daffodils with petaled crowns.
When our stroll ended, my mood had turned 'round. 

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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23 Responses to Nature’s Lift

  1. Sadje says:

    Spring has a way of lifting our moods.

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  2. Charlotte says:

    Beautifully written!


  3. Charlotte says:

    Beautifully written!


  4. Ingrid says:

    A walk in the spring flowers does wonders for the spirit!

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  5. I like how the change of mood seems to change the tempo too- and these lovely lines
    ” heads of crocus gracing the ground.”


  6. memadtwo says:

    Spring can do that! (K)


  7. SMiLes Ever Green of
    North Florida Spring
    Approached By
    Winter Cold
    Front Gusts
    True No Hope For
    Snow Like The Storm
    of the Century in 1993
    on the Ides of March the
    13th That Day Yet True
    Blooming Flowers
    May Wilt
    to Winter Again
    Yet With a Smart Phone
    And Digital Pics Spring is
    Still As Close Year ‘Round

    Within With SMiLes As
    Long As



    Arts Continue True to
    Humanly Bloom So Very New..:)


  8. lynn__ says:

    A walk outdoors is good for body and soul…glad you spied spring!


  9. tie-dye vibes says:

    Oh, isn’t this the most exciting time of year?

    Love these:
    “Spring’s new-born show,
    purple heads of crocus”
    “Was grandiose groundhog’s omen not sound?
    Thoughts turned to daffodils with petaled crowns.”

    You’re exactly right about turning that mood around by getting up and out first thing. I wake up feeling very off chemically. But a shower, makeup, coffee, and fresh air are my fixers.


  10. I think we should never fail those morning walks… it’s the only way to cope I think


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