Drying leaves under foot Early sunset sears the sky Pumpkins by the door Bright orange seems to speak of life It is the color of death
Written for Colleen’s syllabic poetry challenge. This week the challenge is “Taste the Rainbow” and the poem should have a color theme, be about a color, feature a color, describe a color or have something to do with a color. I chose orange and wrote a tanka.. The Day of the Dead is November 2 and Halloween is Oct 31, so today is the day between. My poem, of course, can be the Day of the Dead, or Halloween or both. It is the transition to late autumn and the color that seems to represent that transition, orange. I hope you enjoyed! (Photo at the top is part of the show the Mexican contingent put on for the Edinburgh Military Tattoo and represents the Day of the Dead. Below is a pencil drawing that I did ages ago, colorized (by hand) on the computer.)
What was is what was Follow entropy’s arrow Let sleeping dogs lie Life unfolds the way it wants So beware the monkey’s paw
This was written for Colleen’s weekly Poetry Challenge. This week, we were to write a syllabic poem using the theme chosen by Anita Dawes, “What you wish for?” Being the season, I changed it to “Careful What you wish for!” and immediately thought “Beware the monkey’s paw”. So there you go.
BTW, I once posted a small piece of music on a forum. People told me I should expand it. When I did, I used the working title “Careful What You Wish For”. Later I decided to expand again by making it the first movement of a new piano sonata. I did a post about it. And here is a video of “Careful What You Wish For”, but with a much more boring name:
>< time space travel distant worlds rocket to the moon leaving the lonely Earth behind my world dissolves into vacuum when you are not here
? vast void vacuum infinite can life be out there Earth alone in thee universe is this the one oasis or is it the desert
This was written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. This week were were to create our own syllabic poetry form. I call mine the “Dark Fib”. It is based on the Fibonacci numbers (sequence), taking the first eight numbers as so: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13. The “zero” is to be a symbol or punctuation mark that defines the poem. The next six lines should be about math, science (i.e. here it is space) or technology. The last line is 13, unlucky, so should be a dark statement about love, life, etc., that is something more down to Earth, more human. It just needs to be dark. The above is two different poems of the form, but somewhat connected in these.
barren landscape in looks for the first buds of spring snowdrop form flowers A door long locked from cold thaws to life as you approach
These interconnected poems were written for Colleen’s poetry challenge. This week was a color, and that color was green. We were instructed to attempt to avoid/imply the word green. We could chose our own form ,so I chose a 3-5-3 haiku and a tanka. Hope you enjoy (it is still snow covered in New Hampshire, but this wasn’t really about the weather. Or was it?)
the bejeweled future does beckon visions of possibilities but it is a one-way door open, you can’t go back point of no return step towards death forever dead end stop time onward move forward open that door seek what is beyond there is no other way it is the past that is dead create your possibilities the bejeweled future does beckon
This was written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. This week the poem’s form was poet’s choice, but a photo prompt was provided by Diana Peach. It was found on pixbay.com and was created by “Pretty sleepy.” I chose to do a double-nonet due to the time nature of the image and resulting poem.
strike of a new year radiant white and unformed the future unfolds
blank white page waiting for our mark let’s explore
This was written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. This week the form was poet’s choice, but we were also supposed to choose a color. I chose white and two haiku-like poems (a haiku and a senryu) of form 5-7-5 and 3-5-3 (verified at sodacoffee.com/syllables). I am also going to join Rebecca today. I chose my own photo. I’m not 100% sure if this really counts as a haiga, but hopefully it will work :)
sparkle of bright lights nutmeg and spice fill the air a taste of fine wine a golden glow doesn’t dull but paints the memory sharp
This was written for Colleen’s poetry challenge. Today we were supposed to write on the theme of “Festive”. Going through my photos, I saw this one of a bottle of wine I have had for 20 years that helped make last Christmas festive, despite it being a lock-down holiday ;)