i'm looking through the window the flakes shinning as diamonds the ground is blanketed by early winter dusk outdoors is inviting me the dry air is refreshing passion arises as the warmth around the hearth a scarf wrapped around my neck leather boots dressing my feet gloves caressing my fingers chilly north winds blow
Joining Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday.
it's six am the moon is up there autumn sky sprinkling dew she's always spying on me warms up my being autumn is pumpkin bonfire scent candles, always candle-light haloed flame it fills my being I'm in awe a warm cup of joy an Himalayan white tea sacred spot these leaves have traveled distant seas to reach me pen and paper by my side safeguarding moments my thoughts and wishes which shouldn't be scattered, lost in this space
W3 – Dormasha poetry form
Moonwashed Musings – Haloed
the blessed harvest moon illuminating my path she brings me back home pumpkins, apple cider, gnomes all awaits for my return
the whispers are coming from the forest in the darkening days it's a word or two soul's melody be fearless
I’m joining Colleen in her wonderful poetry challenge about 24 seasons. Check her post here to know the details and joining if you enjoy to write poetry.
I’ve chosen darkening days as the kigo word and the form Seox for this first poem of the 24 season series: “The elements of the Seox: a poem written in six lines, a hexastich, 3-7-6-5-4-3 syllables per lines. Unrhymed.” – Colleen
merciless talking an innocence from madness silence is the say the eternal punishment desirable forgiveness
tanka tuesday synonyms only for quiet and seek. I’m using silence and desirable for my poem.
these gorgeous white flowers called my attention yesterday, maybe a sign from nature? i looked up for their symbolism:
White flower symbolism includes purity, innocence, faith, spiritual enlightenment, and messages from angels. Uniguide.com
i’ve been walking in a rough path recently. purity and innocence can explain a lot to me right now, and maybe i’ll forgive myself.
the end of summer tears birthing the morning dew sadness veils my soul
water bird with a long beak - for scooping up fish
striking image in the sky - the 10 feet wingspan
deep into your emotions - in V formation
pure focus and persistence - spirit animal
Tanka Tuesday prompt this week is to write a Imayo poem about a bird.
Pelicans are my favorite birds. They remind me of the ocean and vacation. I only see them when I’m on vacation at the beach in the south. I love the symbolism they represent as a spirit animal, the freedom and self-understanding they demonstrate when flying.
sparkling light above the willow tree thunder moon gives blessings away the air is fierce and humid the breeze is inviting nature's symphony dancing branches smiling leaves july joy
Happy July to you! Can you believe that half year has gone by?
Tanka Tuesday this week is about Celtic tree astrology, mine is Willow Tree. There are many Willow trees in my neighbourhood. I took the above photo this morning while walking to watch the sunrise. Sadly, it was cloudy and I didn’t see the full moon, this month it is called Thunder moon.
Hope you enjoy the Nonet, and Happy 4th of July to my USA friends!
wide exuberance where imagination speaks wonder is nearby
A haiga poem for:
Tanka Tuesday: Synonyms only – Close & Open, I have chosen Wide and Nearby
W3 – Write a poem in any style about a place that evokes emotion (a place where you find poetry) – Almost all weekends I visit the lake in the photo, it always brings me joy to walk by it. The lines in my poem also start with W so perfect for the W3 challenge.
What do you see – Photo Prompt – Castles make me wonder about all the mysteries they hide inside their walls.
Two photo prompts this week: the left image for WDYS and the right one for Tanka Tuesday. I decided to combine both prompts together in a text and a chōka poem.
Once a home, now just a house. The noise from the past clashes with the silence of the present. The memories are held in a trunk waiting for the moment to erupt, looking for freedom.
Winter lies in each corner, the cold and dark creeping into my skin.
She knew I was coming and left me the rose and a cup of water to bring me back to the present moment.
the silence is loud winter lies in each corner the memories wait held in a trunk for so long they scream for freedom she knew I was coming back the rose and water housekeeping is imminent breath in, breath out, be present
Tea & Paper 