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Poems

Space and Time #darkfibs

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time
space
travel
distant worlds
rocket to the moon
leaving the lonely Earth behind
my world dissolves into vacuum when you are not here

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vast
void
vacuum
infinite
can life be out there
Earth alone in thee universe
is this the one oasis or is it the desert

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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.

First Stirrings #haiku and #tanka

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first stirring
winter frozen soul
tender shoot

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

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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?)

Your One-way Portal #doublenonet

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Image from pixbay.com by artist “Pretty Sleepy.”

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

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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.

Winter Snow haiku senryu

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strike of a new year
radiant white and unformed
the future unfolds

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blank white page
waiting for our mark
let’s explore

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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 :)

Cinnamon and Cider #tanka

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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

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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 ;)

A Soft Spot to Land #kaiku #ekphrastic

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Image Credit: Butterfly on Asters by Lisa Smith Nelson

fragrance
free of wind
flower

winged flower
flutters on the breeze
butterfly

small spot in large world
soft purple petals call loud
stop, rest a moment

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This was written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. This week we were given a photo by Lisa Smith Nelson to use for an ekphrastic poem. I chose to write an interlinked series of three hiakus, using forms 2-3-2, 3-5-3 and 5-7-5. And, of course, I used a little alliteration…

Trumpet Skies Descend #cinquain #butterflycinquain

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trumpets
distant voices call
golden tones play purple
birds unseen are heard in distance
muted
embers grow soft, oboe to flute
the somber sky descends
heavy eyelids
dying

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This was written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. Today was a choice between synonyms only and writing a butterfly cinquain with a color word included. I chose the later. I’ll let you decide on the meaning ;)