Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 465 POP and Blue.

Magical clouds burst
Aquamarine and pastel
Beautiful sky shades.

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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS June 3, 2023

Hi everyone it Saturday and Linda is here with our Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt.

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “left alone.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

Garbo in Inspiration.jpg

Garbo in Inspiration (1931)

Greta Garbo famously said I want to be alone

image from Tenor

Sometimes I just want to be left alone to do my own thing. I want peace and quiet all on my own . Sometimes I just crave peace.

Last night hubby messed with my phone
How I wish he’d left it alone.
Now it’s being so picky
Even doing this post is tricky.
I am not a happy bunny
No none of this is funny.
I need to sign into everything
It’s all getting under my skin
In a bad mood now
I just might pick a row
Like a dog without a bone
How I want to be left alone.


Ronovan Writes SIJO Wednesday Poetry Challenge #64. Use COMPLETION as your inspiration this week.

Photo by Jordan Benton on

There is always a deadline, be it real or imagined.
Whether it’s the day you are born on or the day you will die the clock never stops ticking.
Nature measures the new seasons by the completion of the old ones.

Ronovan Writes Sijo Challenge Image


Dan The Owl Man.

A blogger I much admire, Dan Antion of No Facilities, told me he’d like to take the quiz on Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday Challenge. I encouraged him to have a go and said I would write a Tricube or two for him .

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

The Owl

Using hands
You create

Stand alone
You inspire
And you teach

Your hands are
Your best tools
No one’s fool

You see life
And beauty
In dead wood

Your inner
Eye sees all
Carving out

So unique
Those hands can
Craft words too.

#TankaTuesday Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 322, 5/30/2023: Spirit Animal Poetry. Hummingbird.


短歌 火曜日

This week’s challenge is to find your Spirit AnimalTake 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.

© willowdot21


Wings busy
I bring luck

Yet so fast

And beauty
Giving strength.


So tiny
Mighty yet
So gentle

Always fleet
Catch the eye
Never caught

Spreading joy
Willow Wisp.


Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 464 CREATURE and Happy.

Just as the earth spins
A creature of habit I
Rejoice with the season’s turns

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A river runs through lest we forget.

My home city London

all photos © willowdot21

We celebrate our war heroes in November but we know and respect Memorial Day.

The Bloody Tower.

Pouring out of Poppies
Tower of London 2014 © willowdot21

On realizing my eyes opened wide

Each poppy was a soldier that had died.

I was so  shocked to see

The pouring out of red running into a sea.

Rows and rows  growing into a river

Tumbling  from the window pouring on forever.

Each one was a mother’s son, a  husband or a brother

Such sacrifice displayed for all to see , cousin, uncle even lover.

I humbly prayed for God  bless them all

Each soul represented  by a red poppy growing tall.

Such a sacrifice for  what gain

They  said  a war like that  would not come again.

Sadly  now we know the great They lied.

For  along came world war 2  and more people died.

War goes on and never stops, no matter how we try

It will always raise it’s ugly  head and more men and women will die.

This is part of Terri Webster Schrandts Sunday Stills.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS May 27, 2023

Badge by Shelley Krupa..

Its Saturday and that means it’s time for Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Our host Linda popped by yesterday to say:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “sink/sank/sunk.” Use one, use two, or use ’em all and get bonus points. Enjoy!”


Do you ever have that sinking feeling..where you feel life slipping away like water wooshing down the plughole of a sink?
Do you wake up every morning not really fit to face the day …like a ship that sank to the bottom of the sea?
Looking back is life a sunken wreck?
Nope? Well that’s good.


Photo by Brady Knoll on

Sink or swim they say
In deep water
Not to flounder
Keep your head up and pray .

Slipping under without a trace
All evidence covered up
Nothing left to show
Keen eyes see only empty space

Sun set, watching the last rays
Under the darkling skies
Night approaches quietly
Kindling moon enters it new phase.

Lost. A Tricube.

This week Kat at Like Mercury Colliding is writing Tricubes…. as always her poetry choices amaze me and I have to try one …or more this is my first attempt. Thank you Kat.

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.


The painting below is by Dorothea Tanning

Silence reins
No one hears
Me screaming

My smile broad
My eyes dead
Senses cut.

My body
I give in.

© willowdot21

#TankaTuesday Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 321, 5/23/23. ACROSTIC.


短歌 火曜日

Tanka Tuesday Specific Form Prompt: colorful blocks spell: specific

Colleen, our mentor, said:This week’s challenge is to write a specific form with a twist!

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).

Today I am thinking of Space and my wish to be there. So my acrostic poem is SPACE. The syllablic count are as the lines run , eight, nine, ten, eight, ten in five lines.

2017 Eclipse: Earth, Moon and Sun by NASA Goddard Photo and Video is licensed under CC-BY 2.0


Spanning infinitesimal
Phenomenal beauty far beyond
All imagination bathed in silence
Cosmic holes filled with stars and dust
Eternal drifting, never ending space



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