Starry abyss I’ve wished upon
between the listless, sleepless nights,
is burdened beyond mountain heights
with woes that emanate ‘til dawn.
In times of need, we may move on
to seeking signs through zodiac.
The constellations neatly stacked
paint a pattern across the pit(t).
Who do we owe our compliments?
Perhaps they’ll send our wishes back.
This poem was made in response to this post.
September 22, 2021 at 11:59 am
I read this yesterday and again today. Beautifully done!
September 22, 2021 at 12:01 pm
Also, I want to thank you for paying attention to the requirement that there be a pause after the fourth line. 🙂 I’ve read a lot of décimas that are good but which forget that.
September 22, 2021 at 12:29 pm
Thank you! I don’t always tick all the boxes with these poetry styles, so it makes me happy to hear I did it correctly 🙂