Tag: Tanka Tuesday

Pelican

Pelicans 
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.

Willow Tree

Willow tree
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!

Wonder

One of my favourite lakes to visit in my city. The clouds’ reflection was stunning at that moment. 
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.

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!