This poem is written as a decastich, which is essentially just a 10-lined poem.

In the Land of Bittersweet

Of late I find myself in Bittersweet,
A blended land of angush and joy
Where flickers of courage meet shadows
And grief in muted precision and dull
Comfort. I linger here in time's respite
From white hot truth but I cannot still
Its swift passage, nor ignore its calling.
New horizons beckon, tomorrow's mime
Skips into view with a nod and a wink
And I wonder if time might compromise.


© mdbadgerow 2008