Large eyes takes all in
Swift silent shadow soars by
Shrouded in secrets
Who is night’s mystery bird
And is he really so wise?
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This was written for Colleen’s Tank Tuesday syllabic poetry challenge. I haven’t participated in ages… This week we were to take a quiz to give us our “spirit animal” and then write a poem about the animal. Mine was the owl. The only photos I had handy were of the snowy owl I saw last year, but it will do… I went easy and stayed with a tanka.
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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
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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
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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.
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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:
(click here if you don’t see the video below)
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?)
stop in the action
moment of Zen on four paws
soft purr fills the air
invisible when wanted
black and white force of nature
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This was written for Colleen’s poetry challenge. This week we are to chose a color and form. The last time I chose “White”, so I will go with Black” this time :) And I did a tanka.
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 ;)
lazy river flows
the sights a million times seen
ever new water
I turn the bend once again
watchful for something different
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This was written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. This week was to write poem on a theme, Discovery. I chose to write a tanka.
lines drawn star to star
plastered up there in the sky
a map where birds fly
ancient navigator’s hand
leads my paper crane heart home
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This was written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. This week’s challenge was an ekphrastic using the picture at the top of the page. I chose to write a tanka.
talon to talon
dance with feather and the wind
who will own the sky
where winged angels are not safe
hawks compete for patch of blue
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This was written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. This is the first Tuesday of the month, so it was a poet’s choice week. I chose to write a tanka based on this photo I took two years ago.
I’m looking for you
Misplaced amongst the misplaced
Unseen in the mess
I know I will locate you
When there is no longer need
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This was written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. This week was a synonyms only week. The words given were search and lost. I wrote a tanka.
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