cold slowly bending
the spring silent manifest
accepting the fate
Plenty of snow/ice around here, however, I can feel spring is coming. We had a warm-weather this long weekend, perfect for a stroll by the river. This week’s theme for Tanka Tuesday is Transitions. Well, winter to spring transition is always welcome!
yellow catching my breath mellow sunshine and summer welcoming radiant days freedom and lightness the beans of power bitter and hot, delicious at the crack of dawn snowflakes and freezing on my doorsteps, going out hat, scarf, gloves and boots
Lots of tulips at the grocery store last weekend! All colours, spring was in the air, I almost forgot the freezing weather outside. I got the yellow ones to warm up my home and my mood. This poem depicts my mornings this week, the yellow tulips on the kitchen countertop, the coffee brewing, the warm indoors contrasting with the cold and the snow outside. Hope you find wonderful flowers on your way today, if not in the garden at least at the grocery store!
moments childlike wishes the precious turquoise wings secret message for the chosen loved ones connected by a split second to the intuition eternally belief
Today’s prompt for Gratitude week with Michelle is about being grateful for paying attention and awareness to our surroundings and feelings. When I’m in my garden I pay attention to all the tiny little things/moments: a bird song, a butterfly, a feather, all the beauty that makes me smile, and also, to the not so nice stuff, like worms, beetles that eat my beautiful plants and make me angry. Well, I pay attention, and one day without expecting a dragonfly sits on a leaf close by, and at that moment I knew it wasn’t only an insect on a leaf but a beautiful messenger delivering love when I needed most.
Tanka Tuesday is week is “Write a butterfly cinquain (2-4-6-8-2-8-6-4-2) and include a colour”. I didn’t have a recently butterfly photo, however this dragonfly is gorgeous and perfect for my poem.
vine power gratitude breathing, pulsing colours and textures the roots are firm, waiting changes, seasons are turning they are claiming the vanished space fingers pointing to the infinite forbidden and once taken for granted
Tanka Tuesday this week is the poet’s choice.
shades of gloom
just another night
in between
i’m trying lune poetry form for tanka tuesday this week. lune has 11 syllables in 3 lines (3-5-3). it’s named lune because has the shape of a crescent moon.
hello! how are you doing? i missed this space. i hope you enjoyed the rest of summer/winter and are ready for the new season. autumn for me. i love all the colours and freshness that comes with it. the sweaters and boots, scarfs, flannel pjs. i’m craving for all the pumpkin spice flavours and fragrances: pumpkin spice latte, pumpkin loaf, pumpkin muffins…., and the pumpkin candles to warm up my kitchen, although i love apple cinnamon candles this time of the year.
summer was lovely. i went to the north part of my province for a few days. a beautiful place with lakes and mountains. lots of kayaking and hiking. i read many books and wrote many pages. the leisure of a summer afternoon in my garden was wonderful. now, i’m sitting here typing these few words for you thinking about the past, wondering about the future, and trying to be present. i’ve a cup of coffee by my side, the morning freshness knocking on my window, a new day ahead.
hope you are doing ok and ready for the new season. enjoy the tiny moments, they are the ones that matter most and the ones that will be our company in difficult days.
E.
layers treasured by seven locker charms the hidden innocence a sacred space deeply blaring each petal whispering for help obeying no set rules the poisoned thorns borders
This week’s prompt for Tanka Tuesday is synonyms only, and the words are sanctuary and follow. I’ve chosen sacred and obeying for my poem. I’m trying new syllabic forms and today I have Cinquo poem. This form consists of 5 lines: 2, 8, 6, 4, 2 and the poem should be unrhymed. I decided to write a double cinquo since I had too much to say.
The photo was taken with my Nikon. I rarely used it, but I thought this pretty rose deserved it. I’m sharing with FOTD.
Have a great weekend!
Many years ago from the window of an airplane I saw a river with crystal blue water and I thought: This place will be my home.
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me),
It’s always our self we find in the sea.
e.e. cummings
Now, as I write this post in my living room, I can listen to the waves and hear the engine of a ship passing by. My home is a few steps from this magnificent river. Every morning I walk/run by its side, feeling its power and energy, flowing with it.
We had rain and thunders during the night. The water was showing all its power. It was washing and cleaning, it filled up the rivers and lakes. Earth’s fragrance is freshness.
A river seems a magic thing. A magic, moving, living part of the very earth itself.
Laura Gilpin
Water is magical in all its forms. From Inside a cup ready to hydrate us to the large oceans harbouring fish and others sea creatures. From the tap in our homes to wash our hands to the salt water washing the shore of islands.
Be like water,
Flow like a river,
Crash like the rain,
Fly like the cloud again!
Md. Ziaul Haque
Sharing with WQWWC. The theme this week is Lakes, Oceans, Water
bare feet in the grass fresh flowers in abundance summertime pleasures thoughts flowing on the pages delight under the sunshine
Sharing with Tanka Tuesday and WQWWC, both are writer’s/poet’s choice this week, so summertime it is.
When the sun is shining I can do anything; no mountain is too high, no trouble too difficult to overcome.
Wilma Rudolph
Tea & Paper 