poem

Anniversary “Imayo” for #TankaTuesday

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The Imayo poetry form has these guidelines. A bit of a tough one 🙂 Also, it’s supposed to be about a bird, and it is: Lovebirds

  • 4 lines (8 lines permissible)
  • 12 syllables per line divided as 7-5
  • make a pause space between the 7 and 5 syllables

As today is our 25th wedding anniversary, I will focus my poem on my wife and I.

The day after I met you, it was clear to me
That I would call you up soon: my body shivered 
And I knew that if I called, destiny calls too
And twenty-five years later, destiny rings true

It really has been a wonderful journey, and Patty has been an inspiration, a comfort, and my best friend. This one is for the love of my life! Happy Anniversary Patty!

***As always thank to Colleen M. Chesebro – the challenge is here.***

I am a tree for #tankatuesday

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This weeks challenge involves using this website to find out what tree you are. I am an alder. The characteristics that immediately caught my attention were “trailblazer” and “pathfinder”, since I spend so much time in the woods. 

Did I find this path?
It has been worn into soil
By thousands of feet.
Now I add my steps to it
My mind blazing a new way.

Although I often walk the same trails, they have a “same river twice” quality. I find that every hike is unique, and now matter how many times I walk the same path, my mind is renewed.

Have some fun and take the challenge here.

Gogyohka for #tankatuesday

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This challenge asked us to meditate on a cup and examine a painting. I chose my favorite coffee mug. While observing it, I noticed aspects that I had not observed before. The style I chose is a gogyohka. I wrote five lines, and went with 6/7/6/7/7 for syllables to give it a rhythm.

My mug used to be red
Now it has beige striations
I see that it is glazed.
When I raise it to my lips
Drinking is like a kiss.

Join the challenge here.

Spirit Animal for #tankstuesday

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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

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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

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

Labor
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

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

Grown 
In grown up clothes: 
Workpants, 
Dresses, 
Neckties, 
Orange vests 
Bright green labor shirts. 

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

Grown. 
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.