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Tanka Tuesday and WQWWC :: Exploration

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pause
aching
confusion
disappointment
her thoughts are sowing
her mind's a grassy field
in the middle of the night
no room for flowers or beauty
the darkness is exploding inwards
the distress crawling its way on her limbs
the silence is speaking loud, suffocating
in the ecstasy of despair, overwhelming
an aching intuition exalting to be heard
floating near spikes
terms of bondage
sound of guilty
anxiety
exploring mess
wisdom is lost





Tanka Tuesday this week is synonyms only and the words are Green and Morass, I’ve chosen grassy and confusion as the synonyms words. 





WQWWC theme is Exploration – There are so many stuff to be explored around us, but I decided to go inwards, the exploration of feelings, the mind and body getting together in an explosion of uncertainties in the middle of the night. 





This poetry form is a new form to me, again exploration shows off here, it’s called Tree of life,  a syllabic form containing 19 lines, unrhymed, following the syllabic order: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4. 





I haven’t added any image to this poem. I wish for the reader to feel the emotion of this poem without any distraction from an image. And the poem has the shape of a tree, so it’s an image by itself.





WE SHALL NOT CEASE FROM EXPLORATION, AND THE END OF ALL OUR EXPLORING WILL BE TO ARRIVE WHERE WE STARTED AND KNOW THE PLACE FOR THE FIRST TIME. 
T. S. ELIOT





Hope you enjoyed it! I have written another Tree of life poem here, this time about a willow tree, I’m really enjoying this syllabic form.






	

	

			






	
	

		
WQWWC :: Freedom
		

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on my way





This week’s theme for WQWWC is Freedom. Well, freedom has many meanings and possibilities. It depends on who is claiming it, who is experiencing moments of freedom or the lack of it.





No one outside ourselves can rule us inwardly. When we know this, we become free.
Buddha





This sidewalk drawing was on my way this morning. I was running and thinking what should be my take on this prompt. And voila! Freedom was there to be seen! I stopped and couldn’t believe it! That feeling that the universe has my back. I took the pic with a smile on my face. 





None but ourselves can free our minds.
Bob Marley





I decided to go simple, a few words to describe Freedom. An acrostic poem is perfect for it. 





Fierce as it can be
Resilient upon to the right time
Elusive and inspiring
Emancipation to the needed
Divine in respect
Observant in silence
Meaningful to all






Freedom lies in being bold.
Robert Frost






	

	

			






	
	

		
Tanka Tuesday :: Dwindle
		

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daybreak
veiled gloom of light
infuses my being
in spite of the semidarkness
the rusty and the stain dwindle
when my soul craves to shine
uncertainty
regret





I’m waking up early than usual these days and walking by the river has been a kind of meditation to me, nobody is around, the sun is rising, the water is calm and clear. Sometimes I can see the fish swimming nearby the fence. I’m always attracted by the changes I see on my way. They make me reflect on certain areas of my life and water is constantly changing, so this spot in the photo is one of my favourite places to regroup my thoughts. 





The words for this week are dawn and twilight, synonyms only, I’ve chosen daybreak and semidarkness. The form is a Butterfly Cinquain. 






	

	

			






	
	

		
WQWWC :: Hope
		

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Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all.
Emily Dickinson





Joining Marsha’s Writer’s Quotes Wednesdays Writer’s Challenge. The theme this week is HOPE.  





Well, this word always brings me back to one of my favorite poems of Emily Dickinson. Hope is the thing with feathers …





Here is my version of Hope! I hope you enjoy 😉 





Expectation
Desire
Believing in the magic
The impossible turning into possible 
The only tool to keep us going
When nothing else makes sense
A wish
A silent prayer
The soul talking to the mind

	

	

			






	
	

		
Tanka Tuesday :: Berries’ Journey
		

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Tanka Tuesday this week is a theme prompt about journey/travels:





“When one considers this wide-ranging theme, there are many possible subjects to keep in mind. A journey can consist of just about anything. One could be moving physically traveling from place to place, or be transforming in some significant way. The journey might be somewhere specific that can actually be listed on a map, or somewhere less tangible, such as the afterlife.” READ MORE ON POEMANALYSIS.COM





This theme brings me many memories, so many journeys I’ve taken, both physically and in my mind, journeys of adventure and journeys of growth, journeys of despair and journeys of joy. But I decided to go light and to be joyful, just simple. I’m writing the berries’ journey from a tiny seed planted on the ground, harvested, being on display at the market, coming home with me, and turning out a delicious and healthy breakfast. Form: Haiga





Once a tiny seed
Showing off at the market
Yummy for breakfast





Hope you enjoy it!





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Tanka Tuesday :: The fall
		

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OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA: Trent McDonald, photographer





This week Tanka Tuesday is a Ekphrastic #PhotoPrompt! Thanks Trent for the beautiful image! 





It’s a photo of a waterfall, my first thought when looked at it was of a hand reaching up, trying to escape through the gap. So here is my Tanka for this photo.





Hand of illusion
The clearing has been opened
The fall brings desire
Fragments of sorrowful truth
Exploding in ecstasy