journaling in my living room
blue and yellow blast
i'm lost in a field of dreams
edge of the abyss

i look at my hands
the tiny emerald ring
roots me to the earth
it's time to grow and renew
the grass dancing with the breeze

Is anyone else feeling at the edge of the abyss? This winter has been so long and the creativity muse has left. Finally, this week the outdoors grey is giving some space for the sunshine and I’m starting to reclaim my creativity.

Tanka Tuesday this week is colours of the rainbow, green. My poem, consisting of a haiku and a tanka, intentionally doesn’t have the word green in it, but it has ‘green’ all over it. Hope you enjoy it!

Abhanga :: the supper is ready

spiced Indian eggplant
crisp chickpeas, delicious
mangoes are nutritious
chai, just perfect

This evening I cooked garlic Indian eggplant for supper. It was delish, I didn’t have time to take a photo. The recipe is super easy: Slice a few Indian or Chinese eggplants into rings, roast in the oven with a little bit of oil until golden. In a pot, saute garlic in olive oil, add the roasted eggplants, and spice up with salt, black pepper and turmeric, you can add a little bit of lemon juice too. It’s ready to eat with rice or bread. it’s so simple, nutritious and delicious. And very affordable too, this supper cost was less than 10 dollars for 2, me and hubby.

Tanka Tuesday this week is to write a poem using the Abhanga form that originated in India, Colleen describes it: We write Abhanga in any number of 4-line stanzas with 6-6-6-4 syllables each. L2 and L3 rhyme. The end rhyme scheme is abbc. It is customary to title your poetry.

I love Indian food, but I can’t eat most of their dishes because of the spice, so I created a few variations of it at home, like the spiced eggplant where I added garlic instead of spices.

Hope you enjoy the poem and the recipe 🙂

Yellow beauty

first tulips of 2022
catching my breath

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!

Tanka Tuesday – Taste the rainbow


“The Crystal Ball is a charming painting from John William Waterhouse which features a plethora of influences from Renaissance architecture to British Pre-Raphaelites like Dante Gabriel RossettiWilliam Holman Hunt and John Everett Millais. ~ via John William Waterhouse” – Colleen Chesebo
exuberant confidence
caressing the skin
in the hands, a dark future
oddity murdering joy
present mingling with unknown

Tanka Tuesday this week is Ekphrastic poem and the photo is provided by Rebecca Budd. I have chosen a Tanka to describe what the photo depicts to me.

Tomorrow, an Etheree poem

new moon
a fresh start
a bright new year
and what to wish for?
a blank page, or canvas
to be overflowing with
delight, respect and boundaries
for now, twinkle lights and soft music
until tomorrow, always tomorrow

It’s 6 pm, Jan 2nd, Sunday, new moon. I’m in my living room looking at the Christmas tree and thinking that it is always about tomorrow. A new day, a new challenge, a new me, a new…, STOP! I told myself, this moment is what matters, the twinkle lights, the snow outdoors, the warmth of indoors. Words and verses are dancing in my mind, finding their way to the keyboard and this poem is born.

Tanka Tuesday, taste the rainbow for Jan 3rd. The colorful twinkle lights are the rainbow 🌈 in this poem. No photo, I leave to your imagination to compose the scene.


a field of wishes
scattered, pieces of a dream
hunting the magic
wind is blowing illusion
secrets of the harvest moon

how many times do we wish that illusions turn into reality? we are lost in a field waiting for the magic. it was nice to write this poem last evening. the words came out without much thinking, and I understood that I’m waiting too much. 

Sharing with tanka tuesday. this week’s theme is harvest moon.


Tanka Tuesday: “This challenge explores Ekphrastic writing inspired by visual art (photographs). Cheryl, from last month’s challenge, provided the photo for this month’s challenge.” Colleen Chesebro

This photo reminds me of a cottage up north Canada where we spent a few day a while back. The place was pure cosiness. The sky was pretty and the fragrance coming out from the fireplace was intoxicant.

the wine is ready
the sky is the performer
cozy white blanket
red oak is softly singing
the evening is a delight