#TANKA TUESDAY Weekly #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 230 #EKPHRASTIC #PHOTOPROMPT

It’s the third week of the month! Time for an Ekphrastic #PhotoPrompt

This challenge explores Ekphrastic writing inspired by visual art (photographs). Kerfe Roig provided a piece of her art for this month’s challenge.

I have chosen to try a Cromorna. New to me but I think it’s form fits the picture.

Cromorna is a verse form that has compact lines and exacting meter and rhyme developed by Viola Berg.The Cromorna is:
stanzaic, written in 3 quatrains.
syllabic, with 5/3/5/3/5/3/5/3/5/3/5/3 syllables per line.
rhymed, rhyme scheme abab cbcb dbdb.

Image Credit: Kerfe Roig.

Quest.

a search without cease
paper bird
ceaseless hunt for peace
dove unheard

traced in my mind’s map.
paper bird
the answer, a trap
dreams occured

infinite and spacial
it’s life’s spice
all celestial
tossed like dice.

This is part of Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 362 DRAG and Dust.

See the dust rises
As you drag my heart around
So cruel your nature.

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part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 361 HOME and Weep.

This week I have chosen a Tanka for Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Swifts

Photo by Harry Cooke on Pexels.com

come September Swifts
dancing in the sky leave home
set for hotter climes
weaving patterns of farewell
my heart weeps and waves.

#writephoto : The Beach.

Welcome to the weekly #writephoto prompt!

It is Thursday afternoon and time for KL’s photo prompt. As KL says it’s June, the weather has decided to be kind and we are slowly coming out of lockdown. Many people are thinking of Summer holidays and the beach.

So, what does the beach mean to you, your characters or your childhood memories?

For visually challenged writersthe image shows 2 large pairs of wellies and a child pair of wellies on a sandy beach.

At the Beach – Image by KL Caley.

Mummy, Dad and me
In our wellies on the sand
Windy but we are grand
Happy times for us to play
I’ll remember all my days.

Mum and Dad took us all to the beach every year.There were six of us, and it was always special. Dad used to roll his trousers up and take us in the sea . We used to play games, eat cockles and skim stones .

We have sat on beaches with the children and been frozen! We have sat on beaches and fried. We have travelled abroad and at home but of all the beaches we have visited it the ones with the children that have been the best.

Rain or cold never worried us we had kagools and wellies! Today I have lots of memories to look back on. Freezing at Bournemouth while the boys played happily in the sand followed by hot chocolate. Getting burned in Zanté with the lads, older splashing out in the sea cold beers all round later.

Climbing the rocks and fishing in the rock pool what delights we would find. Then there is the Dorset coast where we could find lots of fossils and make up all sorts of stories about the animals that where now dead and trapped in the rocks.

Best of all was skimming stones, we all loved doing this and whiled away many an hour at the beach. Now I see our grandchildren doing the same . Happy Days.

©hotpinkwellingtons.

KL Caley at Novel Ideas has offered to take on Sue Vincent’s #writephoto weekly challenge now Sue has moved on to a higher plain.

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 60: (Black) in the A rhyme line.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image
You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt of (AIR and Wisp). and this Décima Challenge of BLACK in the A rhyme lineThis means you could write a haiku post using the prompt words. Then do a Décima post using this week’s prompt uniting the two with a common message.
The 2 CHALLENGES are SEPARATE but CAN BE combined if YOU CHOOSE to do so.

Could this magic be white or black.
A willow the wisp touches base
As it gently kisses your face.
You take the less obvious track.
You eyes open to all you lack.
Truly there’s magic in the air.
As this little sprite shows her flare.
Brushing over your face and soul.
Un-beknownst she owns you whole.
Dreamily you walk upon air.

PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S WEEKLY DÉCIMA

#Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 228, #Poet’sChoice

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

Happy JUNE! It’s the first of the month and you know what that means! Word Crafters, choose your own syllabic poetry form, theme, words, images, etc. It’s up to you! This opportunity only happens once a month!

I really just wanted to tell a tale. So I really am not sure if this poem is even allowed. I told it all the same.

Light and dusk

Golden light fractals through the leaves.

Dark brown, of strong Oak woven in the trees.

Motes of  dust dancing in and out,

squirrels collecting nuts, in a hurry here  about!

As she lays there among the leaves,

not missed yet, so far no one grieves.

Dearest Teddy by her side

She only dropped him when she died.

She is tiny, she is small,

Oh! dear God she has hardly lived at all.

Like an angel lying there

with tiny insects running through her hair.

Shafts of dying daylight frame her face,

of her killer there is no trace.

Silent leaves begin to fall

slowly slowly they cover all……………

This is part of Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 360 AIR and Wisp.

A willow the wisp
Flutters gently past your face
Magic in the air

THIS IS PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S WEEKLY HAIKU CHALLENGE.

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 59: (CHEEK) in the D rhyme line.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image

© willowdot21

Nature plays with us blurring lines.
Softening the edges she plays
Running down the seasons and days.
Moving through our lives changing times.
It’s madness no reason or rhymes.
Racking up to experience
The seasons change with decodence
It’s like they’re laughing tongue in cheek
At us lowly mortals so meek.
Nature’s law takes all presidence.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Décima Challenge.

WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 227, #THEMEPROMPT

Go where this month’s prompt leads you

It Tuesday and time for Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge. It’s the fourth week of the month! Are you ready for a theme prompt? Colleen didn’t hear from Padre whose turn it was to select the theme… so, Colleen has picked the theme prompt for us.

Travel/Journeys.

I was seventeen when we married, 19years when the first boy arrived and 30years when the third and last boy appeared. Well now they had all grown and flown. It is now our time. So we renewed our passports and set off on our travels. The pandemic put a stop to that but we are on life’s journey, we are travelling together.

Following life’s road
We have traversed fifty years.
We’ve grown together.
Boy and girl, man and woman.
Three generations of love.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 359 LINES and Mix.

Thrown into the mix
Nature colours the blurred lines
The seasons play tricks.

© willowdot21.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

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