A glass of wine, a yarn, and little by little layers are born. The waiting and expectation are building up as I look through the window. A new year is approaching!
snowdrops at midnight
welcoming new beginnings
shining as diamonds
Tanka Tuesday – Haibun
Moonwashed musings – New beginnings
look
up in the sky
hope is there
between the beams of light
darkness retreats
room for joy
make space in your being
never leave for tomorrow
the opportunity is here and now
the opportunity is here and now
never leave for tomorrow
make space in your being
room for joy
darkness retreats
between the beams of light
hope is there
up in the sky
look
David’s W3 – prompt:
Write a reverse poem. A reverse poem can be read forward and backward (top to bottom or bottom to top, line by line). The meaning of the poem changes depending on the direction you read it in.
If you want an extra challenge, try writing your poem in exactly eight or twelve lines.
a blank canvas
tubes of painting
resting on the shelves
winds of inspiration
blowing in another direction
becalmed
looking for creativity
far away on the horizon
unreachable
Joining Eugi’s moonwashed challenge – becalmed
ethereal love
sun and moon united forever
the universe's barriers are broken
radiant dream
Joining David’s W3, Reena’s prompt and image.
neat desk
organized mind
right now both are messy
new journal is on the way
space is needed
let go of the old
Joining David’s W3 with Ladysighs’ prompt below:
Compose two verses according to the following specifications:
december is here in all its glory
buying a new calendar
surrender to the end
a month for many presents and parties
money is going away
winter desolation
the heavy snow isn't giving us a break
some tasks are imperative
trimming the Christmas tree
Joining Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday
a stitch here
a stitch there
scissors up and down
the piece of silk i bought
many many years ago
she didn’t believe me
i still remember her eyes
her whispers
‘too good for her’
my treasure drawer
held bits and pieces
many tiny little treasures
collected over the years
the precious silk laid down
in there, waiting and waiting
‘too good for her’
each time i opened the drawer
the silk greeted me with softness
her whispers always followed along
‘too good for her’
when i moved out
i couldn’t leave the silk behind
it came in my suitcase
which was its home for
many many years
and of course her whispers tagged along
‘too good for her’
as I get older I understand
i’m free and so the piece of silk
a skirt has been tailored
and flows freely in the wind
her whispers have no power over me
‘too good for her’
let her look
Joining David's W3 - Selma's prompt:
- Imagine a person from an old memory looking in on you through an open window;
- You’d all but forgotten about this person, but today their presence has given rise to this memory;
- What do you see? What’s going on?
- Write this as a Memory Poem:
- Purge this memory out of your system; allude to the memory; banish the memory;
- Poem length: 100 – 300 words;
- The poem must end with these words: “Let him/her look”
shameless
the full moon
baths my body and soul
bringing lightness
and power to my being
moonblushed
her radiance finds me
in the middle of the night
keeping me awake
and holding my dreams
in a world where she is the queen
Joining Eugi’s moonwashed weekly prompt – moonblushed
who
are you
in the mirror
woman
hidden feelings
beneath a mask
teen
mischievous thoughts
dreaming about tomorrow
child
wishing for
the parents approval
nobody
just someone
looking for love
Joining David’s W3 – Michelle‘s prompt:
Write a multiple/chained hay(na)ku on the theme of “love lost and found”.
Hay(na)ku is a very simple poetic form and one of the newest.
Tea & Paper 