Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka, Chocolate & Egg. 16/4/2019.

Colleen Chesebro is on Sabbatical, moving house for her health.. and that’s the truth.

Colleen said: “So, I’m asking my regular poetry challenge participants to keep writing a weekly poem until I get back. (No submission forms) Feel free to link to this post, or not, whatever works best for you. Choose your own words and keep using the syllabic forms: Haiku, Senryu, Haiga, Tanka, Haibun, Cinquain, Etheree, Nonet, and Shadorma. Choose your own words and just have fun. I’ll stop in and comment when I can.”


I have chosen two seasonal words Chocolate & Egg and of course I will use them synonymously. I have opted for a Tanka this week.

Confectionery

Celebrate the end of Lent.

Ovals of sweet joy.

Succulent, mouth watering

Death by this is ecstasy.

Image from Pixabay

This is part of Colleen the Fairy Whisperer’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge.

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #249 Pitch&Tone

The voice was perfect

Pitch and tone superlative

Singing proud to live.

Image from Pixabay

This is my entry for Ronovanwrite‘s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 13/19

image from Pixabay

Slipstream

*******

Soar

Lapwing

Into your

Plodding wing beat

Steady, uneven

Turning and rising high

Riding the thermals into

Eternity among the clouds

Angels watch your slow un rhythmic beat

My soul yearns to ride within your slipstream.

This is part of #SoCs.

LindaGHill said: “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “lip.” Use it as a word, or find a word with “lip”in it. As always, use any way you’d like. Enjoy!”

Flying High

Carry me high,

Up into the blue sky.

I need to float I want to fly.

I grow weary of the ties that bind

I need to leave it all behind.

Draped in royal purple

And midnight blue

I am ready to break through.

Flocks of ravens wing my heels

Amid the thermal my soul weals

I glide and whirl,

Down I tumble and twirl

Gloriously my satin wings unfurl.

I dash from horizon to the moon

Leaving vapour trails in rainbow

hue.

No not wispy white for me

High-flying honestly free.

Above the earth for all to see

My spirit escaped mercifully free,

OH! thank God at last, cut loose and flying free.

Thursday photo prompt: Decisions #writephoto

Looking at the signpost of life

Unsure which way will be right.

Will I finally find the light

Or slip further into night.

Here at the side of the road

Suffering from emotional overload.

Straining hard to see a sign

Which route could be mine.

Darkness encases my soul

Hinders my path, hides my goal

In the lonely hours of the night

It is hard to focus on anything bright.

Should I take the easy path

Remain with known home and hearth

Maybe I should spread my wings

Open my heart to higher things.

Deep inside I truly know

My way is set I must follow.

An echo of a rainbow appears

Clearing all the misted years.

The choices are still there .

Signpost clear for me to see

Follow the truth and be free.

******

This is part of Sue Vincent of The Daily Echo, Thursday Photo prompt. #writephoto.

Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge. Exhausted & Lost.

Our host for Tuesday Tanka, Colleen Chesebro is in the throws of moving . She has left instructions for us to carry on with her Tuesday Challenge. While she is busy and very likely without WiFi. We are still use two words but of our own choice and use them synonymously. Except on the first Tuesday of the month when not synonyms are necessary.

So we shall keep the challenge up while our very own Fairy Whisperer is on the move.

This week I have chosen the words, Exhausted & Lost. The Etheree is a sad one but even sadder is the fact that it is life for many.

Tired

Empty

I am spent

You’ve washed me out

Your cruel words drain me

My self worth thrown aside

I’m drowning in your venom

What right have you to treat me so

Your right I have given in, I know

I surrender, nothing left so you win.

******

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #248 Serene&Scene

A ring of stones sleep

Serene are they in sweet dreams

Just part of the scene.

The secrets are kept

In this serene scene, all green

Gia’s blessings sleep.

Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge Image 2016
These two Haiku are part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Thursday photo prompt: Threshold #writephoto

She couldn’t stay here for long the tide would turn in a few hours and she would be trapped.

Strangely she had survived the previous night she had found a circular shaft in the cave. Although she had managed to shimmy up away from the hungry waters she had been scared and cold in the dark. Her body was now much weakened and she knew she could not survive another night.

What should she do, there was no going back. The villagers would stone her or even worse burn her at the stake.

These people knew her, they were her family, neighbours and friends even. They had seen her grow, they had known of her knowledge of the herbs and potions and books.

She had lived happily among them, all her life. Every single one of them had cause to be grateful for her skills. That meant nothing now.

Cold and hungry she sat watching the sea washing the shore line. Listening to the waterfall, outside the cave, she wondered what to do.

Just as the tied started to turn she felt a presence at her side. Turning she was astounded to see Gia standing there smiling down at her.

“What are you doing here child,” mother earth asked her. “Why do you weep”

She looked into Gia’s beautiful face and told her the sad and sorry tale.

Gia touch her gently, and she turned to stone. “Fear not” my child she said. “You will rest here safe in my womb and when the time is right I will return and change you back.” Gia smiled and the girl felt safe and warm. No longer tired or hungry she felt at peace. “When the world needs you and, it will need you. I shall return you to your human form so you can continue your work.”

Goddess mother Gia

Protects those who worship her

Bountiful mother.

This is my entry for Sue Vincent of The Daily Echo #writephoto. Threshold.

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 130 #Synonyms Only

It’s the first Tuesday of the month so we can choose our own words this time. So welcome to Colleen the Fairy Whisperer Tuesday Tanka.

I have chosen to write a mirror Etheree about my friend. Natalie is blind and a real hero. She has a partner and two beautiful and clever children. Ruby, our retired guide dog, and I have the privilege of joining her and Quala, her guide dog on Qula’s Free exercise walks. The two words I have chosen are Unsighted and Belief.

Blind Faith

Trust

Is all

I ask for.

Never will I

Complain. I will learn.

Eighteen months training.

I always do my best

To help you at play and rest.

I am part of the family

Life without out me is a memory.

I’m your guide dog to help and set you free.

Trust

In her

I put my

Faith. She helps me.

Blind, I cannot see

Her presence sets me free.

She is with me everyday

We walk the children to the school.

You help me work and play, my best friend.

Quala and me together to the end .

*********

Ruby sitting up, Quala laying down.

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #247 Kind&Mind

Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge Image 2016

Gentle mind, kind heart

So mistreated ripped apart

Such an unkind world


This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku.

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