Words lie down with the wind Impending guilty has been born Creepy thoughts in my mind
Joining Moonwashed Weekly Prompt: Impending
impending
Author: Elizabeth
W3 – words
consonance and assonance such annoyance buoyant and flamboyant words should be in abundance don't use redundancy have endurance
Joining David’s W3 challenge:
- Write a poem of at least six lines that’s heavy on consonance, assonance, or both;
- Consonance: repetition of identical consonant sounds;
- Assonance: repetition of similar vowel sounds.
A moment in time
welcome blessed sunbeams blank pages are inviting thoughts are pouring down flowers are opening up the coffee fragrance inspires
A tanka for Tanka Tuesday
WDYS – Trust
An unfaithful truth
In the hands of the unknown
Dangerous outcome
Joining Sadje – What do you See – image prompt. I have written a Senryu to express the human condition in the image above.
I can’t decide if I he is letting her go or trying to reach her. What do you see?
Learning to trust is one of life’s most difficult tasks.
Isaac Watts
W3 – Blue
Sky, ocean; mixing and matching
Sand, salt; scrubbing my feet
Fluffy
Breeze touching my face; caressing
My golden skin; wild sweet
Gushy
Shells; many of them, adornment
Fish; a colorful splash
Sunbathe
Pina colada; agreement
Palm trees; please, have a bash
Fresh breathe
First time joining David’s W3 challenge. This week the prompt is to write a Memento poem:
A ‘memento’ is a poem about a holiday or an anniversary, consisting of two stanzas. Each of the two stanzas is:
Six lines;
Syllabic: 8-6-2-8-6-2;
Rhyming: a/b/c/a/b/c.
Arrival
A flash of light is entering through the window Bodies start to stretch after the long night. Good morning, bonjour, bom dia, buen dia, guten morgen … Many languages contained in a small space, all the dreams and expectations A baby babbling at the left, a toddler asking ‘are we there yet?’ at the right People are moving in the aisle, rushing for the lavatories The cabin crew is busy, checking if everyone is ok and collecting the night trash The coffee fragrance spreads along the plane, soon breakfast will be served, the landing approaches. Welcome to …“There’s something about arriving in new cities, wandering empty streets with no destination. I will never lose the love for the arriving, but I’m born to leave.”
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps
boomer
one minute you are six in the next, sixty interval in between are filled with moments tiny moments of joy moments of worry tiny moments of smiles moments of sadness all of them constitute whole body and soul with each bit of them be your own being
Tanka Tuesday this week is in commemoration of Colleen’s 65th birthday. She asked us to write our own poetry form using 65 syllables. The form I created contains 3 stanzas: the first and second 6-5-6-5 and the third one 6-5-5-5. I’m naming it Boomer!
The tulips are for Colleen! Happy Birthday!
renewal
searching magical wings wandering without zeal reaching the top and looking down weakness I'm powerless against the will random resolution time to renew deep breath
As the first tulips start to bloom in my garden, I know it’s time to renew, to make changes, to let go of things that aren’t worth keeping and welcome the new, the possibilities, to make decisions, not always the best ones, but the ones that my body and mind are craving.
Tanka Tuesday this week is about Easter, with a flower image as inspiration. I’ve chosen a butterfly cinquain as a form for my poem, nothing better than a butterfly to remind us of rebirth, renewal, and transformation.
Tanka Tuesday – rain
spring brings rain a smile on my face renewed wings flip-flops on no clouds will destroy the joy fly over the pond
This week Tanka Tuesday asks us to write a Shadorma (3-5-3-3-7-5 syllables) using a few specific words. I’ve chosen smile, clouds, spring and wings.
the view outside my window
outside my window the time stops, as a painting majestic bare trees under the golden sunshine a bunny hops without care
Joining Tanka Tuesday
Tea & Paper 