Colleen Chesebro’#TankaTuesday #Ekphrastic #Poetry Challenge, 1/24/22, No. 304

24 Jan 2023 40 Comments

by willowdot21 in #Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #Tanka Prose, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma, #Gogyoka, Colleen's Tuesday Tanka, Depression, loss, memories, photo prompt, Poems, sadness, Sijo Tags: Bitterness, Frozen soul, lost soul

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

This week, using the painting as your inspiration, please write either a syllabic poetry form or a freestyle poem, including a syllabic form

Boughton, George Henry; The Lady of the Snows; Walker Art Gallery; http://www.artuk.org/artworks/the-lady-of-the-snows-97671

Your challenge for this week:

Is to write Ekphrastic poem.

The beautiful painting above has inspired me to write a Sijo. The Sijo, a Korean form believed to have first been used in the fourteenth century. It is similar in structure to various Japanese forms such as Haiku. As with many forms of poetry, the Sijo became a preferred poetry form of the yangban or ruling class as well as royalty. They were written in Chinese and were originally short songs set to music. The focus of the Sijo is usually nature and contemplation.

Three Lines 14-16 syllables per lineA total of 44-46 syllables for the entire poem.

Cold, cold, cold.

No weather so artic could out freeze her soul.
No snow blizzard could chill her more, her heart is like ice from winters depths.
Her countenance belies the hate she carries, heavy. The lady of the snows.

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THIS IS PART OF Colleen Tanka Tuesday wordcraft

Christmas Lights.

20 Dec 2022 40 Comments

by willowdot21 in #Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #Tanka Prose, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma, #Gogyoka, #writephoto, Depression, loss, love, memories, photo prompt, Poems Tags: addiction, Christmas, death, Saddnes

Christmas Lights

Fingers almost blue, toes numb like her soul.
Fear has her in it’s grip , she is no longer whole.
Lights twinkle on the water and the snow
Eyes closed she stands silently rocking to and throw .
Warmth and home seem a million miles away.
Under this bridge, damp and bitter her only place to stay.
Tears cannot fall when frozen but they hurt as much.
She longed for a gentle word or loving touch.
Watching the lights on the water dance.
Like little fairies they leap and prance.
Music floats across the water to her ears
Laughter and an happy voices, she hears.
Tired, so tired she slumps down on the frozen ground
Watches the lights from the house praying never to be found.
Maybe she could of spoken out but she had not dared.
Who would believe her, who would of cared
Slowly life slips away from her grasp.
Suddenly she is held in a warm, kind clasp.
A soft voice takes her to a happier place
She opens her eyes and sees God’s face.

Anywhere Christmas Years Eve2022: Another drug addict found dead under the the bridge opposite the Ferryman’s Inn.

An old post from the days of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto

Ronovan Writes Sijo Wednesday Poetry Challenge #34. Use DANCE as your inspiration this week.

02 Nov 2022 16 Comments

by willowdot21 in #Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #Tanka Prose, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma, #Gogyoka, #threethingschallenge, Depression, inspiration, Poems, Ronovanwrites, Sijo Tags: dance, Japanese poetry, Sijo

Fleet feet fly like Autumn leaves scurrying and hurrying by.
They dance the harvest jig, the witches fandango, the end of year polka.
The seasons girate and spin Mother Nature is dancing.

The Sijo, a Korean form believed to have first been used in the fourteenth century. It is similar in structure to various Japanese forms such as Haiku. As with many forms of poetry, the Sijo became a preferred poetry form of the yangban or ruling class as well as royalty. They were written in Chinese and were originally short songs set to music. The focus of the Sijo is usually nature and contemplation. We’ll try that to begin with.

You should use the word in the title of this post as your inspiration as either a theme of the Sijo or in the poem itself.

There are:

Three Lines
14-16 syllables per line
A total of 44-46 syllables for the entire poem.

THIS IS PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S WEEKLY SIJO CHALLENGE.

Halloween Eve !

30 Oct 2022 30 Comments

by willowdot21 in Autumn, Depression, Halloween, humour, rant Tags: Hex, Scary Mary, witches

A Witch’s worse nightmare.

Image from Pixabay

It is hard when you’re witch,

Your presence gives polite society an itch.

When you float by in your latest gown

Women scream and men hit the ground.

Now all of the above could be a boon

Were it not Halloween very soon.

It is not my job to please them.

It is enough to make you shout and scream

When your hair looks good on Halloween.

A careless sprite has cleaned my dress

Dabbed away all signs of mess.

No! that really can’t be right,

Looking tidy on All Hallows Eve Night.

To make it worse I just received a call to say

My Vampire friends can’t come and play.

OH! tell me what’s a girl to do

I think I am coming down with flu.

I think I have really lost the plot, that guy over there just told me I look hot!

photo credit

Look at me, I look like a fairy,

What’s going on, I should be Bloody Scary Mary!

No, I did not think so,

Eek! I just looked in the mirror where did all my attitude go?

What is a self respecting witch to do

Some pesky imp has used all my goo !

There is only one night until Halloween

And I look like a Fairy Queen.

It gets worse, damn, this just is not fair

None of my rags are fit to wear.

They all make me look stunning .

This is the work of evil and cunning

I guess I shall just have to go and hide

Looking like this, the gossip I’ll never survive.

I shall just climb into a box

And dine on pig’s swill and slops.

I just don’t know what I have done

I even crave a little rest in the sun??

Help, this is not right I am a creature of the night.

Some sneaky sprite has put a hex on me.

The only thing I can do is flee.

Halloween, Acrostic Nonet.

Photo © willowdot21 2019.

Halloween Acrostic Poem.

Hale and hearty ghosts and scary ghouls

Awake October, thems the rules

Lupines greet the harvest moon

Luna rays excite their mood

Over graves mist does swirl

Witche’s cauldrons.

Eperveces

Every

Night.

One liner Wednesday: Night.

26 Oct 2022 8 Comments

by willowdot21 in Depression, Halloween, One liner Wednesday, photos, sadness Tags: LindaGHill, night

Night is dark, but not as dark as my mood.

©willowdot21.

This is part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Aug. 13, 2022

13 Aug 2022 33 Comments

by willowdot21 in #Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #Tanka Prose, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma, #Gogyoka, Depression, loss, love, memories, Music, SoCs Tags: death, Death of a relationship, LindaGHill, murder, sadness

Hi Its Saturday and time for our prompt from Linda . Thus week she said : Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is starts with “u.” Find a word that starts with the letter “u” and use it however you’d like. Bonus points if it’s the first word in your post. Enjoy!

Underneath .

Underneath the path lies a secret
Layer upon layer of grief
Under the damp scented loam
As above feet do roam.
Unloved , unknown
Lost for evermore
Cold, never
To be
Found .

Underneath : Alanis Morissette.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS July 30, 2022

30 Jul 2022 38 Comments

by willowdot21 in #Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #Tanka Prose, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma, #Gogyoka, Depression, rant, SoCs Tags: Awash, LindaGHill, Wash

It’s Saturday again , yesterday we received our prompt for SoCs from LindaGHill she said : Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “wash/awash.” Use one, use both, use ’em any way you like. Bonus points for using both. Enjoy!

Awash, I am awash, scared of drowning, please throw me a line.
Feelings of fear and insecurity wash over me and I am sinking. I am caught in a whirlpool of hurt. I am afraid of my own shadow.
I see dismissal in every look a snub here a blank there.
I feel darkness creeping back washing over me I am awash with hopelessness.

part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday

Ronovan Writes Sijo Wednesday Poetry Challenge #19. Use DREAMS as your inspiration this week.

20 Jul 2022 10 Comments

by willowdot21 in #Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #Tanka Prose, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma, #Gogyoka, Depression, inspiration, loss, love, memories, Ronovanwrites, Sijo Tags: dream, Japanese poetry, Vietnamese poetry

I watched them turn to dust, broken now no more than rust.
Like a show repeated, stolen from me and how I feel cheated.
In waking times they haunt me still, I want to banish them I’ve had my fill.

40 words
47 syllables.

part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Sijo Challenge.

Anger.

18 Jul 2022 29 Comments

by willowdot21 in Depression, rant, Talking Straight Tags: anger, stress

This is an old poem I have reviewed and revamped and I hope made it stronger

image from here

Anger is nasty, harsh and mean
Anger is aggressive always causing a scene.
Anger is childish demanding attention
Anger, kicking out, smashing all convention.

Laughing when you break down and cry
Never giving a shit nor will it
explain why.
Growing in the dark, feeding on insecurities and hate
Ever feeding on panic it can never sate

Ripping away at your innards growing a pace.
It laughs at you as you fall from grace.

Anger is ever present spoiling all it touches
Anger, a vicious bitch kicking away your crutches.
Anger a cancer chewing at your bowel
Never flinching however much you howl.

Ripping away at your innards growing a pace.
It laughs at you as you fall from grace.

Anger is a malicious back stabbing snide
It will rip you apart and toss you to one side.
Anger will suck your blood and gnaw on your bone
It will drain you of life and dump lost and alone.

Ripping away at your innards growing a pace.
It laughs at you as you fall from grace.

Anger ever present stripping the good away
Never gives in, chipping away at you night and day
Growing and gathering momentum consuming you from within
Dripping viscous poison in your ear whilst wearing a grin

Ripping away at your innards growing a pace.
It laughs at you as you fall from grace.

Recoiling from kindness and light
It feeds on your soul by day and night.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS June 11, 2022 No picture from Nowhere.

11 Jun 2022 53 Comments

by willowdot21 in #Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #Tanka Prose, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma, #Gogyoka, Depression, feeling unwell, SoCs Tags: Blar blar blar, LindaGHill, No picture from Nowhere

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “a picture from wherever.” When you sit down to write your post, find a picture, whether in a magazine, newspaper, or even product packaging. Write whatever thought or emotion the picture provokes. Enjoy!

Well there are no books or newspapers near me and I have spent time thinking where can I find one and in all truth that is not in the spirit of SoCs is it. So today for once I am not even going to attempt to comply with the rules! Yup shock horror! I just can’t be bothered. I wonder if it’s the Covid or just me but I don’t feet right and I feel depressed.. I can usually hide it but not today… No I feel blar blur and I going to drown in it! Let it wash over me and give up for today and just hope tomorrow will be a better day.

Lurking in shadows
Vicious snapping at my heels
Lethargy appears
Sucking me into the black
Too tired to put up a fight