Portrait of Lady Agnew of Lochnaw (1865-1932) by John Singer Sargent, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons
i'm the owner of my destiny
i'm powerful, I don't need you
slowly nearing my empire
my eyes will burn your soul
purple as my dress
hate flourishes
forgiveness
is past
go
This is an impressive portrait, the lady exhales confidence. The eyes and the colour purple called my attention. Purple colour expresses luxury, power, and independence. She seems content but at the same time, I see hate in her eyes.
A smear of jam on my white shirt, the school uniform I always complained about.
Now, after many years, better to say, many decades, I miss that time. I miss the lightness portrayed in my memories when the worries were the exams and friendships.
The breakfast and lunch were always ready before and after school, as well as delicious snacks to take with me. Peanut butter and jam were savoured in hurry between laughs and books.
The smear of jam on my white shirt was inevitable.
No worries, the shirt would be washed as soon as I got home.
sprouting memory
a forgotten smear of jam
shift in the season
Joining Tanka Tuesday – Synonyms only – Change & Grow and have chosen shift and sprouting for the Haiku
Joining Carrot Ranch 99-word challenge – a smear of jam – the text only (99 words)
I decided to give a try to a new poetry form this week for Tanka Tuesday Photo Prompt: Than Bauk is a Burmese poem.
“Than Bauk consists of three lines of four syllables that should be witty. The nickname for this form of poetry, could be “Stairway”, because of the rhyme steps through the poem”. See more details about this form here.
Hope you enjoy my take on it!
blood on the floor
dry tears for you
which door is shut?
selfish on her grace
she's capricious each moment
a trap for the eyes
Tanka Tuesday this week invites us to play with words. I love to write found poetry, and this is similar. She gave us a list of words to pick three or more and write a poem. I’ve chosen: selfish, capricious and trap. These beautiful yellow flowers are in a pot on my desk, I’m enchanted by their beauty, so this poem is for them. The words are below, why don’t you give it a try?
tied hands
words won't save her
in luxuriousness
the answer is in the background
despair
the desired freedom will meet her
far away the sea waits
looking for hope
it's time
twilight
light from within
candlelight and journal
the thoughts are scribbled and sorted
hurry
a healthy breakfast and lunch prep
flying as butterfly
the office waits
morning
Tanka Tuesday prompt is ‘share your day’. I have written a butterfly cinquain to describe a little bit of my early mornings.