Tag: Tanka Tuesday

Breathe

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

Dawn

Terri’s photo

Tanka Tuesday prompt is the above photo referring to the Phoenix mythology.

Consumed by the flames
The silent cry of the soul
The mistakes lay on each feather
Now burning without care
From the ashes
Washed from the sins
Little by little
The sun is rising
A display of orange and energy
Bringing life to a start

consumed by the flames
the silent cry of the soul
a breath of the dawn

Destiny

The Expected One
1860
painting by Ferdinand Georg Waldmüller (Museum: Bavarian State Painting Collections) wikidata.org
Wandering in the forest,
Immersed in a fairy tale
She doesn’t know
Her destiny is traced
In the hands of the unknown
He waits with flowers
A trap
The knife is hidden
He counts the seconds
The jump
A sharp blade
Ending the dreams

each tiny step counts
the soul is about to fly
a fairy tale ends

Joining Tanka Tuesday: Today’s prompt is the photo above, Ekphrastic poem:

“Ekphrastic poems exist to respond to a piece of art critically, analytically, and reverentially.”Ekphrastic poetry explained

boomer

one minute you are six
in the next, sixty
interval in between
are filled with moments

tiny moments of joy
moments of worry
tiny moments of smiles
moments of sadness

all of them constitute
whole body and soul
with each bit of them
be your own being

Tanka Tuesday this week is in commemoration of Colleen’s 65th birthday. She asked us to write our own poetry form using 65 syllables. The form I created contains 3 stanzas: the first and second 6-5-6-5 and the third one 6-5-5-5. I’m naming it Boomer!

The tulips are for Colleen! Happy Birthday!

renewal

first tulip of the season in my garden
searching
magical wings
wandering without zeal
reaching the top and looking down
weakness
I'm powerless against the will
random resolution
time to renew
deep breath

As the first tulips start to bloom in my garden, I know it’s time to renew, to make changes, to let go of things that aren’t worth keeping and welcome the new, the possibilities, to make decisions, not always the best ones, but the ones that my body and mind are craving.

Tanka Tuesday this week is about Easter, with a flower image as inspiration. I’ve chosen a butterfly cinquain as a form for my poem, nothing better than a butterfly to remind us of rebirth, renewal, and transformation.