It turns out he is an Owl. Which apparently makes him :
A loner, the owl spirit animal represents vision, freedom, and independence. The owl can inspire you to unlock your full potential and discover your unique talents. If the owl resonates with you, it is likely you enjoy working on your own and value your independence
This week’s challenge is to find your Spirit Animal. Take the quiz at Colleen’s blog. HERE
Well I took the Quiz and I am a Humming bird.
“In most cases, the hummingbird spirit animal is a messenger of joy, love, and good luck. This mighty little bird is also a symbol of beauty, playfulness, and resilience. Those with the hummingbird as their spirit animal tend to be happy. They’re joyful people who love life and all of its challenges”
So if I am to write about the humming bird and it’s spirit I will need a delicate for so I have chosen to write to Tricubes. Here are the rules of Tricubes:
Each line contains three syllables.
Each stanza contains three lines.
Each poem contains three stanzas.
So we’re talking cubes in mathematical terms (to the third power). No rules for rhymes, meter, etc. Just three, three, and three.
Write an acrostic poem with a syllable count of 8, 9, or 10 syllables per line (all the same, or a mixture of syllable counts, is fine).
Now I did not read the challenge properly and used my own word , Space… Well Colleen pointed this out to me. So here is my second and correct entry .
I chose SPECTER and used the syllables in each line of Eight, Nine, Nine, Eight, Eight, Ten, Ten.
Spirit of the dark a ghostly Phantom swirling through the woods at night Ethereal and ghostly you fill Completely my soul and body Tread carefully for my nerves are Electric and I am wired to fly Reveal yourself specter and spare my soul
This week’s challenge Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Challenge is Synonyms Only. That means we select synonyms for the two words below. Please use the synonyms in your poem. Let’s work with opposites and see what we can create.
💼 Work & Play 💃🏼
I am trying, a new to me style. A Landay, I found this on Kat Mryman’s page Like Mercury Colliding She said this about the style.
“Landay – The Landay is the poetic form of Afghan women. The poem is 22 syllables long and contains 2 lines. 9 syllables in the first and 11 in the second. (While there is no mention of rhyme in the description above, most of the examples I have seen do include rhyme at the end of each line.) Subjects can include, but are not limited to, war, separation, homeland, grief, or love.
Pronunciation/Etymology. In Pashto, “landay (LAND-ee)” means “short, poisonous snake,” likely an allusion to its minimal length and use of sarcasm. Landays (or landai) often criticize traditions and gender roles.”
In life souls will die if all is toil So dance, sing and love as well as till the soil
Terri says: “As May brightens 2023, I came across this image in my archives from spring 2018. My hubby and I spent 12 summer weekends at our Sacramento River Delta campground, where wind and board sports are a must-do. After a long day on the water, many of us gathered on the levee to watch the sunsets and chat about our water time. Wildflowers like these purple radishes grew profusely on the levees in the spring. This one seems to frame the sunset on the expanse of the river just so.”
Write your poem using the photo as your inspiration.
I have chosen a Tanka this week .
Purple framing gold peace at the end of the day Gaia’s warm pallet together we share sunset wrapped tight in her loving arms.
This #TankaTuesday challenge explores Ekphrastic poetry, inspired by works of art. Let’s start May off with an interesting painting.
Like Colleen I thought the woman in this painting was using a mobile phone but as the painting is from 1860 that is not possible …… or is it?
I enjoyed writing Tankas last week so I have used them again this week. I have thought what this painting says to me and also what I see. I have tried to hint at time travel without being too obvious whether or not I succeeded I am not sure.
The Expected One 1860 painting by Ferdinand Georg Waldmüller (Museum: Bavarian State Painting Collections) wikidata.org
An enigma she Spinning time and space truly Huge changes to come Her beau waits sweet promises On his mind, to bind their lives.
Just watch where you tread Life can change in a moment Every second counts A few words can change the course Time and space irrelevant.
This week for Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Tanka prompt , after last week’s well deserved excesses for her Birthday Colleen said: “Let’s go back to our roots and write a tanka poem (or two, or three) this week. I want you to find your own inspiration. Choose a photo, take a photo, share a walk with us… or a moment in time that was important to you. Capture this moment in a tanka or two.”
Tanka are written in a 5-7-5-7-7 syllable structure, or s-l-s-l-l. Tanka consists of 5 lines written in the first-person point of view from the perspective of the poet. The third line is considered your “pivot,” but let it happen anywhere, or exclude it. It is not mandatory. If you use a pivot, the meaning should apply to the first two lines, as well as the last two lines of your tanka. Tanka is untitled and does not rhyme.
I saw the seasons change in Spring we walked the woods then watched the summer bloom feet and paws plod happily through Autumn and Winter trails.
They grew up with you you taught them to be gentle to love and be kind grandchildren on life’s journey nature’s taken you too soon
You were heaven sent made of the stuff of stars now you have returned you are now cosmic stardust you will live on in our hearts.
“This week’s challenge is to create a syllabic form with 65 syllables, or a combination of words that amount to 65. Remember we have an entire week to write our poem.
A chōka is 55 syllables, so this is within our realm of knowledge. You could write a haibun or tanka prose that amounts to 65 words. Think about how to arrange your stanzas (or not). YOU GOT THIS!!
Be creative. Surprise me!“
I have have chosen a Haiburn to celebrate Colleen’s birthday week.
Caught up in the moment of joy or sorrow. We walk this earth counting our time in years. The seasons are real, time is but manmade we must embrace every moment. Birthdays come and go. Like a shaft of light they are fleeting, a willowhisp here then gone. Move forward and love life.
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