#TankaTuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 274, 5/17/22 #Ekphrastic #PhotoPrompt.

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

This challenge explores Ekphrastic poetry, inspired by visual art or photographs. David, from the Skeptic’s Kaddish, provided the photo for this month’s challenge.

I took a long look at the photo and eventually a theme offered itself to me. What we see through the eye or the lens we also can see through the soul.

I wrote a Nonet, that can be read from top to bottom and bottom to top, hopefully meaning the same and making sense. I have also written the poem both ways so you can judge for yourselves. The punctuation in each version is different but the words and meaning are the same. So a mirror Nonet.

The lens of the soul

© David, The Skeptic’s Kaddish

Through the lens of the omnipotent
To soar high beyond the body.
To attain the higher plain
Past the confines of life.
Further than the eye,
The horizon
Life beyond
Captured
Truth.

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Truth
Captured.
Life beyond
The horizon
Further than the eye
Past the confines of life.
To attain the higher plain
To soar high beyond the body
Through the lens of the omnipotent.

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This is part of Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Tanka.

One-Liner Wednesday a day late. Sunset Calm.

©hotpinkwellingtons, © willowdot21

“Softly the evening came with the sunset.”

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

A Poem for Bob’s Passing.

Today is a sad day. We heard of the death of our Bestman and friend Bob. We never lost touch with him but we had not seen him face to face for nearly forty years. Last year we met up with him at our Golden Wedding anniversary and again this year with five other friends from the park we used to go to as teenagers.

For Bob

Playing football after dark
Meeting mates down the park
Two lads growing through their teens.
Full of hopes , fun and dreams.

Both became each others right hand man.
One made best man, so grand.
Each had the others wing
Staying friends was their thing.

© willowdot21

As years went by the meetings dwindled
Though memories were often kindled.
Eventually a yuletide greeting
With promises of a reunion meeting.

The years and miles kept them separated.
Til an anniversary meeting was fated.
Soon the years just fell away
As they celebrated 50 years since that wedding day.

© willowdot21

Then a meeting with friends from the park.
Food and beer talk of aging, having a lark .
Talk of knees and operations
Grandchildren, bills and vacations.

A simple operation on the cards
Who’d of thought the outcome could be so hard.
The heart once so big and strong
Could not cope and he was gone.

We are left behind unbelieving
Only just back together, now left grieving
.

© willowdot21

9th April 1951 — 22nd April 2022.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 23, 2022

Badge by Shelley Krupa..

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “too/to/two.” Use one, use ’em all, bonus points if you use all three. Extra bonus points if you start your post with one. Enjoy!

image from Pixabay

To reach for the stars ✨ is what we all have in our hearts. Whether we admit it or not , we might tell ourselves we are reaching for success, fame, love but truly we are reaching for the stars. Why? Because we are made up of stardust and to the stars we must return.

Too many people spend their lives racing around in circles trying to beat others to their goal. Look at America and Russia, those two countries spent a lot of time and money trying to get into space or to the moon first. All this while too many problems on this planet have gone through the roof . War , Famine, Greed, Plagues and Destruction of our planet too . Okay I will change track before I get too preachy!

Two by two we pair off in life, it may not last but it might. Too many relationships fail, sometimes by too much effort on side and sometimes not enough but that is life. We all know that don’t we.

Well I think it’s time for me to wind this up before I get too deep and offend one or two of you.

Have a great Saturday, be kind to yourself and others too, try to do at least two kind things today.

© hotpinkwellingtons. Two grandsons. © willowdot21

THIS IS PART OF LINDAGHILL’S Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

Ronovan Writes Sijo Wednesday Poetry Challenge #6. Use GRACE as your inspiration this week.

© willowdot21

Nature knows to accept age with good grace, nothing stops time’s pace.
Trees ignore wrinkles in their bark, happy to hear a song lark.
We’d learn from nature, she has the measure of the universe.

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35 words
45 syllables

Ronovan Writes Sijo Challenge Image

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Sijo Challenge.

One-Liner Wednesday – Love and Compassion.

© willowdot21

“Dogs come into our lives to teach us about love and loyalty. They depart to teach us about loss. A new dog never replaces an old dog; it merely expands the heart. If you have loved many dogs, your heart is very big.”

Erica Jong.

THIS IS PART OF LINDAGHILL’S ONE LINER WEDNESDAY. .

#TankaTuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 270 #PhotoPrompt

This challenge explores Ekphrastic poetry, inspired by visual art or photographs. D. L. Finn provided the photo for this month’s challenge:

This week we have been given a beautiful photo to write an Ekphrastic poem. These beautiful Dolphins who inhabit our oceans, sadly we are not taking care of our planet or our Dolphin brothers and sisters. Here are my questions and apologies to them. The form I have used is a double Etheree.

.

TRUE BLUE

How
long have
We known you
You live better
Kinder lives than us
Your world is filled with blue
A gentle blue, full of truth
Your song fills the oceans with joy
Truly you are God’s favoured creatures
Are we jealous or just indifferent.

To capture you and put you on display.
God hangs his head at our behaviour.
He made us all in his image.
Why, do we litter the seas
Ignorant to your plight
We still carry on
One day we’ll find
The sea dead
And you
Gone.

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THIS IS PART OF COLLEEN’S TANKA TUESDAY

Throwback Thursday #34 – Learning to Swim


Welcome back to Throwback Thursday. Lauren is hosting again this week and Maggie will be back next Thursday. Head over to her blog to get the details, and then join in!

This week’s prompt is: Learning to Swim.

It took me until I was nearly forty to learn to swim! It all started when I was about two and half maybe three. Mum and Dad had taken the whole family out for a picnic near Oxford on the river Isis . All was going well until I fell in, to this day I can remember the warm sunshine, the noise of everyone enjoying themselves. Then suddenly splosh I was under water, scared, everything had gone muffled. I remember coming to the surface only to go back under. Then I felt dad’s hands under my chin and shoulder as he yanked me out, litterally kicking and screaming. I remember that but not what happened next.

We did not have swimming lessons at school and I very rarely went to the local baths with friends as I could not swim! If friends were visiting a Lido then I would go along and sun bathe. I rarely wore a swimming costume because I was too often told I was fat at school.

I did however make sure the boys were all good swimmers so they could enjoy all water sports whilst in beavers, cubs, scouts and beyond.

In my late thirties I was working at children’s home directly across the road from where we lived. There was a beautiful swimming pool over there encased in a plastic bubble so it was always tropical in there. We were never allowed to take our children there during term time but in the summer holidays when the children were sent to other homes we were. So I would take the boys over there with their friends. That’s were I learned to swim ….it was warm, quiet and calm and I had friends and the boys to encourage me.

I am not a confident swimmer and I never will be, but at least I can just about manage a few widths, and hold my own on holidays! …I have never fancied cruising as the sight of water to the horizon scares me ridged. I have managed a few river cruises because I can see land on both sides. Mind you I do love the sound of the sea and the beach as long as it quite.

#TankaTuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 269, 4/12/22, #Colleen’s SpecificForm:TankaProse.

Colleen Chesebro.

h#TankaTuesday #Poetry

WELCOME TO #TANKATUESDAY!

This week’s form:

Tanka Prose.

I sit and watch her as she sleeps. She’s so tired these days age has taken it’s toll. I really am so grateful to her though the loyalty and love she shows me is far beyond wealth. She would follow me to the ends of the earth and truly so would I her.
Oh! She’s stirring now, bless her first action is to look for me.

love is her nature
devotion is her default

she’s my staff and stay
full of dreams of youth and play
she lightens my load always.

© willowdot21

This is part of Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge.

K.L. Caley’s #writephoto. Fairy.

Morgarna arrived at the castle at 6am on the morning before she arrived the first time. Standing in the early morning sunshine she had a cigarette , she had decided to have one before she put the dress on, for safety reasons.
Feeling lazy she decided to fly up to the window and pass through it rather than use normal means. Well why have powers if you never use them she asked herself.


Once inside Morgarna put the dress on and was amazed that it was amazingly comfortable and warm. She liked the way it made her feel plus the way it drew itself in to fit her.
Across the room there was a vase of flowers, she walked across and helping herself to some of the flowers she made herself a headdress.
Taking out her phone she checked her instructions again.
According to what Merlin had found in the ancient woodland lore tomes he’d been studying, she had to enlist the help of the woodland Fae. This was a huge relief to her because she had had plenty of dealings with these guys through out her long and complicated life.


At 10am when the castle opened to the public she cast a spell to disguise her thoughts, sheild her brain and keep her smiling and vacant so as not to alert the shadows to her presence.
A soon as she left the room she could here the same buzzing she’d heard the other day, alerting her to the fact that the shadows were there and to be extra careful.
Passing the crown on the window ledge Morgarna shivered and the though of Morgause being attacked and wondered if she was recovering.
People were coming up the stairs their faces fixed in their Zombie like smiles. In among them the shadows were moving, touching and feeling people as they went, and even killing some as they passed, eating their hearts. Sickened as she was Morgarna carried on greeting the guests and walking through and ignoring the shadows.


The sun was up and it was a beautiful day as Morgarna headed towards the woods at the bottom of the hill she felt almost relax at the thought of meeting old friends.
Looking around and ensuring she had not been followed she entered the wood. Switching on her phone she followed the GPs trail Merlin had preloaded. It was a twisty, turny trail and it took her deep into the wood. Half an hour later she arrived at a perfect circle of tall trees.
Morgarna breathed in, as she stepped into the circle she felt her body relax and her dress bristled and bloomed!


Once inside the circle Morgarna could relax, she was invisible to everyone and everything outside of it. The sun through the trees warmed her and she looked up. After a few seconds her eyes found the small blue door.

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For visually challenged writersthe image shows a huge tree with a small blue fairy door on it.

Fairy – Image by KL Caley.

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Picking up a handful of stones she threw them up at the door. This she repeated twice more.
The door finally flew open and the most gorgeous and perfectly proportioned young man stood hands on hips. His voiced boomed out, which was quite a surprise because he was all of three inches tall.
“Oye! Watch my paint work! Who do you think you are all dressed up like a forest? “
Morgarna smiled and answered, “It’s me Tom, don’t you recognize me?”
Jumping down Tom landed on a tree stump right by Morgarna, “Is that you Morgarna? I’d know that voice anywhere….and that beautiful face too” he added as he ducked her hand that had gone up to swipe him.
“So what brings you here?” Tom asked. Morgarna sat down so they were sort of at eye level. ” I am here to ask your help with the alien shadows Tom, have you seen them?” she asked . “Indeed I have and nasty evil things they are” he replied shivering. “But Morgarna why do you call them alien … They are just evil spirits of the undead”
Morgarna was about answer him when she saw three shadows approaching, she froze and went pale remembering what they had done to Morgause. Tom read her mind, “Calm down Morgarna they cannot enter here nor can they see or hear us”
Even so Morgarna sat stock still and watched as the shadows circled around the magic ring. Eventually they moved off.


Later that evening all the tree Fae returned and were delighted to see Morgarna, who had shrunk to their size. Behind the blue door they discussed and modified the plan Merlin had devised for the dispatching of the shadows.
Later Morgarna sat out on a branch under the moon having a cigarette and and a large glass of Old Witch Shiraz…. Tom came to join her he put his arm around her and the air went electric!…..

This is part of K. L.Caley’s #writephoto.

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