Spirit Animal for #tankstuesday

The challenge this week is to find your spirit animal and write a poem about it. The quiz is fun, and can be found here.

I got a butterfly! I was just thinking about how they fly in unusual patterns, so I came up with this poem:

Like the butterfly
I move in a spiral flight
Repetitious growth

Find the challenge here.

Fantasy poem for #TankaTuesday

Fairy flight through forest tendrils 

Aragorn hears the frantic flutter

Nightmares of elves chased by orcs sent by

Trickster gods laughing at heroes  

Avalon opens it gates and sends its

Swords to protect the small and innocent

"Yield" the warriors shout to their foes

The challenger this week was to write an acrostic syllabic poem. I went with the word “Fantasy.”

Here’s the link if you’re curious.

Opposites for #tankatuesday

This Tuesday’s challenge is to find synonyms for “work” and “play”, and then write about these two potential opposites.

Can be playful
Though sometimes it's painful.
A serious gamer
Forgets the fun
For wins

Mine is a “Badger’s Hexastitch” which makes me think of a very smart badger writing poems and crocheting. It does not rhyme, and the syllables are 2-4-6-6-4-2.

Join the fun here. You have all week to make your poem.

Who Knows

You don’t know who was a baller 
A dancer
Hip hop trip dancing  
On stages  
Synchronous with teammates 

In grown up clothes: 
Orange vests 
Bright green labor shirts. 

Identified by jobs, 
Pastimes and hobbies, 
Passions and problems. 

But who knows what is in there still? 
The dancer, 
Hours of practice after hours of school 
Hip hop dancing  
That skip stop swaying 
With a synchronous stomping 
With the tuff dressed team.  

The baller,  
Lane shifting spinning swisher 
Grunting sweating D in your face 
Floor slapper, chest bumper 
Feels teammates all around 
Without seeing them 
Connected by the ball 
Courageous for the ball 
Getting rejected by the ball 
Then craving it more 

It’s still inside them 
You will see it 
When he grabs the cup 
Just as it starts to fall
without seeming to look; 

When the ball dribbles 
off the court, 
And she scoops it up 
But instead of tossing it 
Back to the players 
She takes a shot 
Her dress swishing with the net.  


Back for #Tankatuesday

Haven’t written in a bit, but I’m back with another #tankstuesday

This one is an actual tanka, 5-7-5-7-7 syllabic form.

I am wandering 

Even though I know this trail. 

The green buds are new. 

Dressing the familiar in 

Bright and renewing beauty. 

Hope you like it! Join in here.


#Tankatuesday is quite a challenge this week. To celebrate Colleen M. Chesebro’s birthday, we are asked to write a poem with 65 syllables. We also get to name our poem type, and I’m calling mine a “Jinx” because it has 13 lines. Each line has five syllables, totaling 65. Believe me, that math was not easy for me.



Falling up the stairs. 

Step on the stair that 

Is not there. Find your 

Balance or fall down. 

Feel the flailing fear. 


Black cats, cracked mirrors. 

Walk under ladders. 

No thirteenth floor, no 

Button for thirteen 

in elevators 


We walk away from 

Our superstitions 

And we gain true strength.  


Here is the link to the challenge!

Shadorma Challenge #tankatuesday

The challenge this week is to write a Shadorma, which has a syllable count of 3-5-3-3-7-5. Along with this, the challenge includes random words that must be used in the text.

A smile

Sticks onto my lips

As the song

of new spring

Is made up of birds singing

The flutter of wings

You can join the challenge here.

And yes I’m saying smile has two syllables. I think it could be argued that it’s one, but I’m saying SMY – UL