
Twilight Stopping each breath The shadows of her thought Reflected by the candlelight Helpless A stolen moment of self-truth Growing dense in her veins Hunting her soul Entrapped
Unlocking the door Feeling the scent of the night They remembered everything Seduced by the stars Drifting towards love
The night sky is the theme for this week’s poetry challenge. I’m sure everybody is dreaming of unlocking the doors! Let’s hold on tight and stay indoors for a while. Soon we will be allowed to open the doors and breathe the freshness of a new day/night.

The ragged surface Scarcely shinning upriver Under the moonlight An enheartening secret For all her eternity
The words for this week are Comfort and Worn, synonyms only! I’ve chosen Enheartening and Ragged, and of course the full moon had to be part of the poem! Have you seen how gorgeous the full moon is shinning this month?

A photo is the prompt for Colleen’s poetry challenge this week.

The dawn flicks to life Enchanted and radiant A divine delight She waits in expectation The night belongs to the past

Beyond the story
A symphony of feelings
Seduced by the ink
Between words and paragraphs
The passion is essential
Form: Tanka

The Circle of Life
In the morning she opens the window
The mountain greats her: Good morning my darling!
At midday, the mountain says: How are you my darling?
In the evening the mountain whispers to her:
Come to me my darling, I’m waiting for you
Trying a new form of poetry for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday poetry challenge. The form is Gogyoka, below is Colleen’s description for it. Hope I’ve gotten it right!
The Gogyoka in English syllabic poetry form is the only form that does not require a syllable count per the five lines. Please be mindful that each line should be the duration of a single breath or a phrase. Choose your words carefully…

All the love and flowers you give me Feelings are submerged in our skin Yes, it's possible to dream Lightness in my being Music for senses Beauty and might Wondering Dancing Still
This image is so cute and made me wonder about impossible things, or maybe all the possibilities.
Sharing with Colleen’s poetry challenge.