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Dreamscape #tanka

Super quick sketch…

Places in the fog
Once familiar yet different
Past and future twirl
A crack in the Universe
Is it in my mind or real?

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This was written for Colleen’s weekly Poetry Challenge. This week we were to work with the concept of “Dreams“. I chose to write a tanka.

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What does the image at the top have to do with the subject of the poem? A few months back I had a really strange dream. While trying to describe it to Sue Vincent, I decided to draw a quick picture. I later added it to the post (which you can see if you go to the post).

Deluge #Tanka #Ekphrastic

Image by Michael Bußmann from Pixabay

Thunder in my ear
Torrent pulls all into void
But then there is you
Storm’s raging maelstrom paints grey
Your bright rainbow shields me

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This was written for Colleen’s weekly Poetry Challenge. This week she provided the wonderful photo at the top. What we wrote was up to us, though she suggested doing an Ekphrastic and to talk about the psychology of color. I chose to write a tanka.

Chalk Dust #haibun #senryu

It is so solid, strong, that I feel it must last forever.  Until disaster proves that nothing is forever.  I feel so solid, strong, I feel I can last forever.  Until…

Chalk dust
Pastel sky
Fragile

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This was written for Collen’s weekly poetry challenge. This is the first Tuesday of the month, so it is poet’s choice. I chose a haibun with a senryu (or maybe a haiku) that I did in a 2-3-2 form.

I was digging through some old drawings and found this from May of 2001 – 20 years ago! I had just returned from Paris and used a photo I had taken of Notre Dame for this pastel drawing. The cherry trees were in bloom while we were there…

In Between #badgerhexastitch

Look back
Where I have gone
History in footfalls
My feet now in the sand
Yearn to write more
Future

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This was written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. This week we are to use synonyms for the words Past and Present. Colleen also encouraged us to try using the form “Badger Hexastitch”, which is a six-line unrhymed poem with the syllabic form of 2-4-6-6-4-2.

Perspective #tanka

A light in the void
That dot is another world
Complete on its own
Infinite patterns of space
Does it make me small or big?

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This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. This week was poet’s choice. I decided to write tanka and use a photo I recently took of Jupiter and the four Galilean moons. The discovery of the moons, distant worlds all of their own having nothing to do with Earth, caused a panic in the minds of a world that thought humans were the reason for the Universe to exist.

The In-Between #haibun #haiku

Bare branches, half guessed, a darker black silhouetted against void, whisper amongst themselves in the northern breeze.  A few last leaves flutter down.  A flash of silver is quickly hidden, the magic light extinguished as rapidly as it had appeared.  Looking up, I guess where the moon lies hidden behind the blanket of turmoil that is the sky.  I wrap my jacket tighter around myself, but can’t stop the moist air from seeping in, hungerly stealing my warmth. The approaching dawn has been hijacked, the sun led astray, for the sky remains that slate grey.

White rim on last leaf
Dull glow illuminates grey
November dark clouds

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This was written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. This week we used a theme, which was given by Sue Vincent in the form of a haiku (see below). I wrote a haibun with a haiku for the challenge.

Haiku by Sue Vincent for challenge:

clouds cover the moon,
beyond dawn's pale horizon
sun rises unseen

©2020 Sue Vincent


Tuvstarr #tanka”

“Tuvstarr is still sitting there wistfully looking into the water” by John Bauer

Naked and alone
In the heart of the forest
Is all really lost?
When innocence is taken
Do we mourn it gone or live?

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This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. This week the challenge is not only a photo challenge, it is also an “Ekphrastic”, that is a poem that explores a work of art. The work of art, provided by Diana Peach, is the famous image by John Bauer of Princess Tuvstarr gazing into the deep pond forever, mourning her lost heart. She had lost all as she journeyed into the deep forest, but it was her heart of gold that ended the journey. Many think that she was mourning her lost innocence, which is the interpretation that I took in my tanka.

Point of Inflection #tanka

Where am I going?
There is only fog ahead
I stop and look back
Thankful on were I have been
Plans and dreams create a path

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This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. This week was a synonyms only challenge with the key words being Imagine & Gratitude. I decided to write a tanka.

As usual, I picked a photo and wrote to match. The photo is from my walk on Sunday morning.

November #haiku

Last leaf hangs
World in brown and tan
Calm descends

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Fading light
Frost nips bright colors
November

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The above haikus were written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. This week was poet’s choice. I chose to do two haiku in a 3-5-3 pattern.

Every year I have written a poem about voting on election day. This year? Well…

Ballot box
Waits with open mouth
Please feed it!

Better? ;)

Tomorrow’s Dust #tanka #haibun

I walk along, breathing the frosty late autumn air. Leaves rustle, speaking as they are moved aside by my feet. But then I pause, silencing their death rattle. Is there another sound? I listen. The trees, some still wearing a wispy shroud of yellow, brown and orange, whisper to me. What secrets will they share?

I am told that the adoring crowds had called his name. He had stood, proud, chin up, condemning all who disagreed as sad losers. His followers chanted back his very words. Is the wind echoing these throngs? Are the words still alive, speaking to condemn all who he perceived as an enemy?

No. A senseless babble about how in the years too many to count, the span of the life of one man is meaningless is all that I hear. He is silenced now, and the words forgotten. Not even the wind will remember.

Wind whispers through leaves
Does the tree grow on a mound
Its purpose long lost?
The mighty king ruled the land
Now is just forgotten dust

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This was written for Colleen’s Poetry Challenge. This is week 200! This is a theme week, and the chosen them is The Illusion of Power. My mind went two ways – the graveyard scene in Hamlet on the one hand, and our current politics on the other. Of course, there is also Halloween coming up… Put together with recently read words about hundreds of grave barrows of forgotten kings, well… I chose to write a Haibun with a Tanka at its core.