The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Sept. 19/2020

Good morning everyone and Welcome to Stream of Consciousness Saturday. LindaGHill our lovely host has given us this prompt.

Badge by Shelley Krupa.

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “-tion.” Find a word that ends with “tion.” Bonus points if you start your post with it. Have fun!

Precipitation, is a word I have always loved the sound of. I have always heard poetry in the pronunciation of it. What is precipitation? It is water made in clouds that falls to the ground as rain, snow or hail. As a child I used to listen to the weather forecast on the radio and wonder what this mystical precipitation was.

I would wait with great anticipation for it to arrive especially if it was snow. As a child I loved snow, I liked the look and feel of it. Nowadays I am not so excited when I look the weather up on my phone and I see the caption precipitation, because I don’t like either having to stay indoors or get wet!

Photo by Darius Krause on Pexels.com

Precipitation
Can cause such consternation
Snow, rain and hail can halt the nation.
Bringing floods, empty roads and stations.
It can can cause such complication.
A sudden bout could stop a conflagration.
So just for your information
There’s two sides to precipitation.

This is part of LindGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. #SoCs.

#Haikai Challenge #156 (9/13/20): new coolness (shinryoo) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

photo by Anne Maureen

This week, write the haikai poem of your choice (haiku, senryu, haibun, tanka, haiga, renga, etc.) that alludes to new coolness (shinryoo).

After the days heat

Breeze refreshes tired souls

The smell of Autumn

Temperatures are dropping

Happy relief for us all

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This is part of Frank Tassone’s Haikai Challenge.

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

This challenge explores Ekphrastic writing inspired by visual art (photographs). Lisa Thompson, from last month’s challenge, has provided the photo for this month’s challenge:

In these dark days I remember the saying my hubby often uses now about our leaders. Who try to keep us in the dark and give very mixed messages and ever changing information. I have chosen a Tanka to express my feelings.

Image credit: Unsplash, and the photographer is Wolfgang Hasselmann

Mushroom management.

Bright read for danger
Upwards pursuing the light
Escaping darkness.
Our lives are managed like this
Kept in the dark and fed shit.

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

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 323 Clip&Wings

Image from Pixabay.

Trapped within this cage
My soul soars high, broken free
Wings clipped, while you rage.

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The Challenge Words!

Clip&Wings

Not sure how to write a Haiku? Click HERE for a quick How to write Haiku Poem in English Form with links to posts for other forms of Haiku.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

My Red, killer shoes.

These are my, can do shoes! My  not going to listen to you shoes!

My get up and go shoes! My stamp on and kick the shit out of the blues, shoes!

My ain’t gonna be be put on by you shoes! My skipping and dancing in the moonlight shoes.

My walking the righteous path shoes! my  who am I kidding shoes?

My kicking up a rumpus fetch me my compass shoes!

My who you looking at shoes, my cop an eye full of this shoes!

My ain’t behaving well shoes. My dancing on the ceiling enjoying every second shoes!

My in ya face, fall from grace shoes. My come and get me shoes,

My tiny winy skirt shoes! My delights are on offer shoes!

My need a thrill shoes,  my ones and twos shoes!

My I am bored shoes, my I want it now shoes!

My singing in the rain shoes, my apple pie up in the sky shoes!

My tipping the scales my way shoes, my light a candle say a prayer shoes!

My uppdido shoes, my yabbadabbado shoes!

My who am I kidding shoes, my I wish I was not such a wooze shoes!

My when is it my turn shoes? My fingers burned all hopes spurned shoes!

My bridges burnt shoes, my lessons learnt shoes!

My on my own shoes, my without a home shoes! My nothing left to loose shoes!

These are my I can beat you shoes, my watch it! your days are numbered shoes.

My, we have your measure now shoes. My cut you out, kick you hard shoes,

My grind you into the floor shoes!!My laugh in your face shoes!!

My Cancer we will wipe  you out shoes, My will without  a doubt shoes!

MY WE ARE GONNA WIN SHOES!!!!

my red shoes.

My Red Shoes.

#Haikai Challenge #155 (9/6/20): remaining heat (zansho) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

Write the #Haikai poem of your choice (haiku, senryu, haibun, tanka, haiga, renga, etc.) that alludes to remaining heat (zansho).

This is my Haiku for Frank ,Tassone’s Haikai prompt. It reminds me of our holiday in St Lucia a couple of years ago.

© willowdot21

Dying embers glow

So many dreams blown away

Raking through the coals.

COLLEEN’S 2020 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 193, #POET’SCHOICE

It’s the first of the month and you know what that means! Poets, choose your own syllabic poetry form, theme, words, images, etc. It’s up to you! So I chose to do an Acrostic Poem September.

Summer is almost gone
Evidence of Autumn on its way.
Plethora of leaves begin to fall
Trees change colours standing tall
Embers from bonfires fly
Monsters prepare for Halloween
Beasts and witches , best you’ve seen.
Evenings start to draw in
Renewal, harvest feasts with kin.

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This is part of Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 321 Morrow&Surge

Image from Pixabay

Ready for the surge
By Christ, peace on the morrow
The foe we will purge

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This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Challenge

Morrow&Surge

Frank Tasson’s #Haikai / #154 (8/29/20): Morning-glory (asagao) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

This week, Frank Tassone asks us to write the haikai poem of our choice (haiku, senryu, haibun, tanka, haiga, renga, etc.) that alludes to either the cricket (koorogi) or the morning-glory (asagao).

As always: Here’s how the challenge works:

1. write the haikai poem of your choice.
2. post the link of your post to Mister Linky.
3. pingback by posting the link to the challenge on your site.
4. read and comment on other contributors’ posts.

Image by namyuha1009 from Pixabay

Whats the story morning glory, I ask as I walk out on to the veranda. The sun and the sea greet me and my spirits are lifted. The sound of dawn so different from the night before, no chirping cricket no mosquito buzz just sea lapping the shore. Then I wake to traffic, rain and another dull London day.

Bright bursts of colour

God’s welcome to the new day

Telling us a tale.

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I chose a Haibun this week because I wanted to use the phrase , ‘what’s the story morning glory’ and it has eight syllables in the line which does not meet any of the other disaplins in the challenge. The phrase is one we use when we meet someone up bright and early. Like the flower greeting the sun.

What do you see # 44- 24 August 2020

Picture courtesy of Joel Valve- Unsplash

( For the visually challenged reader, the image shows a girl dancing under the jets of water of a fountain, which are meeting above her in an arc)

Dancing in my head

“Your stuck with curvature
You’ll never look the same.
So you better make friends with that pain.”

Looking out the window I heard the words they said
But I was miles away dancing in my head .

When I get upset, not feeling free.
In rain, sun or snow .
Those words come back to haunt me .
So into my head I go.

When I feel pushed and pressured
All I can think of is the words they said.
I close my eyes and bugger them,

I go dancing in my head!

When looking in the mirror is too much to bare
My clothes look like something I shouldn’t wear.
I close my eyes and let the music flow.
Then dancing in my head I go.

When pain is over baring and I can’t get out of bed
I close my eyes and bugger them I go dancing in my head.

I am still the me I was before.

Though not quite the same.
When I am at my worst I play my saving game.
I am sorry if you think me rude and blanch at things I’ve said.

But when it all becomes too much
I go dancing in my head.

So don’t judge me by my cover I am still a happy soul.
I may not be perfect but I am whole.
When things get too much and depressions wanting fed.
Bugger it I shout and go dancing in my head

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This is Sadje Keep It Alive’s What do you see.