I decided to give a try to a new poetry form this week for Tanka Tuesday Photo Prompt: Than Bauk is a Burmese poem.
“Than Bauk consists of three lines of four syllables that should be witty. The nickname for this form of poetry, could be “Stairway”, because of the rhyme steps through the poem”. See more details about this form here.
Hope you enjoy my take on it!
blood on the floor dry tears for you which door is shut?
fairy garden hidden throughout the moss unfurling magic dust filled up with enchantment opening up the heart releasing the dreams deeply in the forest luckiest is the one who finds it
Joining Sadje’ s What do you see challenge My first thought when I looked at this pretty image was a fairy home. I love the blue colour of the mushrooms. Blue is the throat chakra, the one related to the voice, to speak up and release feelings.
Hope you enjoy my poem!
The space where I journal is always messy. I organize it once in a while, but soon it goes back to its natural state. I like this way, papers and colours spread everywhere. I enjoy looking under piles of stuff and finding some treasure buried there. Pens and pencils should be at hand as well as stickers.
This desk is in a room, in the basement, which I call my studio. Nobody goes there if not invited, my family knows that it is my space, and when I’m there, I will be writing, reading or creating something. They know I like to have ‘me time’, to be alone. As I get older, I value all the moments I have to be by myself.
As Virginia Woolf wrote “A room of One’s Own“
This week I set up the February opening pages for my journals and I prepped a few with watercolours for the weekdays. On the ones below I wrote my goals for the month. I liked how it turned out, the combination of colours and stickers.
Have a nice week ahead, and please find a pocket of ‘me time’ for yourself!
a broken dish mended with gold the scar is precious it tells time and has a story shouldn’t be erased, discarded travelling to countries, continents rough oceans, calm skies it reveals a path taken, chosen to reach the eventful moment a split second of sorrow when the past can’t be redone however, the future is a choice the trash bin or the shining on the shelf a decision must be made the fragility in the hands of the doer a smile, a memory of celebration a lump in my throat, a memory of an empty dish mended with gold
Joining Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Revelation
Joining Reena’s Xploration Challenge – Are we truly enmeshed with the world, each other and Time?
Carrot Ranch – Dishes
selfish on her grace she's capricious each moment a trap for the eyes
Tanka Tuesday this week invites us to play with words. I love to write found poetry, and this is similar. She gave us a list of words to pick three or more and write a poem. I’ve chosen: selfish, capricious and trap. These beautiful yellow flowers are in a pot on my desk, I’m enchanted by their beauty, so this poem is for them. The words are below, why don’t you give it a try?
I’ve rediscovered the joy of adding watercolour to my pages. The only downside is that it takes a long time to dry, so I can’t write on the pages as soon as I paint them. The solution is to prep them in advance. Today I prepared a few pages for the weekdays, it’s always a joy to see how the pages turn out after drying.
Because watercolor actually moves on the paper,
it is the most active of all mediums, almost a performance art.
Nita Engle
Saturday morning! I had a busy week and only now I’m catching up with this week’s writing challenges.
listen to me in a world without gods cherish love because it transcends matter, time and space it keeps us going, it fills us with optimism it’s the ultimate resource for survival in a forgotten world as a breeze carrying seed to a distant land love spreads infinite hope when the spell is broken look up at the stars memories of scattered love will spring from the universe and fill up your soul you will keep that moment forever ever and find the goddess inside your pure being waiting to be pleased a constellation of joy will guide you
I hope you enjoyed my poem and have a great weekend,
E.
tied hands words won't save her in luxuriousness the answer is in the background despair the desired freedom will meet her far away the sea waits looking for hope it's time
Prompt:
Janus is the god of beginnings, gates, transitions, time, duality, doorways, passages, frames, and endings. He is usually depicted as having two faces. The month of January is named for Janus. Source: Wikipedia
Time in a box If I could secure Time in a box I would keep it there, Dormant Release it only when I have time I’m ready for it I know myself I wouldn't need to steal a few minutes here and there, Day and night would bring me to light and surrender If I could secure Time in a box I would release it for The long summer days Sitting under the canopy of a coconut tree Looking at the sea I would release it for The fragrant spring days Breathing the scent of the flowers and my feet on the lawn I would release it for The cold winter days Enjoying the warm hearth and a cup of hot chocolate I would release it for The golden autumn days Crushing leaves and all the pumpkin spice If I could secure Time in a box I would release it for ...
And you? Would you secure Time or let it be free?
Wishing you a lovely weekend!
Have you listened to poems instead of reading them? Last night I listened to two poems, the reader had a calm voice, and she advised us to close our eyes. It was such a powerful experience, a burst of creativity. Before sleeping I wrote the poem below, I had in mind the prompt for the 99-word challenge, Lady Shadow, and also I thought it is perfect for the Moonwashed challenge, Evolve.
You are not alone Within you There is a woman The true version of yourself The one that lurks in the dark The one that steps side by side with you The one that sees what you don’t see But remains quiet The one that talks to you through dreams and nightmares The one that holds you when you need it most You are not alone Listen to her and evolve The wise words of someone that sees the truth The shadow woman Carrying the experience of generations The ones that were here before you You are not alone
