The challenge this week was to use synonyms for “open” and “close”. I may have only implied open, but hopefully that is acceptable.
How long did I stare At the shut door of my dreams Before I just pushed?
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Gogyohka for #tankatuesday
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.
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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
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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.
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
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.
Tanka for #TankaTuesday
My Tanka for this photo is below. The photo is from Terri Webster Schrandt at https://secondwindleisure.com/
Purple is passion, Creative and sensual Purple is heartache Passion and heartache always In tension, foes, companions Make your own here.
A little twist on #tankatuesday
I have to go with what I see with this one, even though it is obviously not what is being portrayed in this painting.
I see her holding a phone And just walking right past him. Dreams and flowers wilt.
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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.
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Jinx
#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.
Jinx 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!
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