In dreams of clear skies
I am an omnipotent
I blew Earth away
Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 424 BLEW & Skies.
Tag: dreams
Ronovan Writes Sijo Wednesday Poetry Challenge #21. Use GOALS as your inspiration this week.
The Lionesses won the European Football Cup.
They believed in themselves even when many did not, they fought for their dreams and won.
The back of the net is their goal, to be equals to men their aim. Always to excell in the wonderful game.
Ronovan Writes Sijo Wednesday Poetry Challenge #5. Use YIELD as your inspiration this week.
For my Sijo I have used, ‘gives way, produce,’ as synonyms.
The yield.
As day gives way to night, our dreams fight to survive.
Our minds produce our hopes and fears, as night leaves the day in tears.
The moon and sun continue the chase , the stars watch on to see who will win.
41 words
45 syllables
#TankaTuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 269, 4/12/22, #Colleen’s SpecificForm:TankaProse.
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.
Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 68: (BEACH) in the A rhyme line.
Olympic Surfing.
Sadly to me it’s out of reach
New disaplines are now out there.
Fast, dangerous so have a care.
Let’s go to Tsurigasaki beach
The excitement my skin will bleach.
I need to see the surfers fly
Below blue sea, above blue sky
Giant waves lift and carry dreams.
The odd wipeout brings shouts and screams .
No idea how the judges score
Huge waves, water funnels and more.
To win gold medals they all try.
#TANKATUESDAY WEEKLY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 235 #EKPHRASTIC #PHOTOPROMPT
WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!
It’s the third week of the month! Time for an Ekphrastic #PhotoPrompt
This challenge explores Ekphrastic writing inspired by visual art (photographs). Annette Rochelle Aben from last month’s challenge has provided the photo for this month’s challenge. Remember, it’s not so much about describing what’s in the photo. Look beyond the obvious to find new meaning.
such hidden treasure
kept secure under the waves
my deepest secrets.
This time I have chosen a simple longer Haiku, I am trying to express the depths of my feelings.
#TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 233, #POET’SCHOICE
WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY
For this challenge, you can write your poem in any syllabic form you’d like to try.
old am I
my dreams let me fly
know no bounds.
For Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge I have chosen to do a short haiku. 3/5/3.
#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.
#TANKA TUESDAY WEEKLY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 222 #EKPHRASTIC #PHOTOPROMPT
It’s the third week of the month! Time for an Ekphrastic #PhotoPrompt
This challenge explores Ekphrastic writing inspired by visual art and/or photographs. Anita Dawes from last month’s challenge has provided the photo for this month’s challenge:
Here are the forms we can use. Haiku, Senryu, Haiga, Gogyohka, Tanka, TankaProse, Renga, Solo-Renga, micropoetry, poetry, 5lines, Haibun, Prose, CinquainPoetry, Etheree, Nonet, Shadorma, Badger Hexastich, Abhanga, Diatelle.
I decided to try a Sedoka, but with a twist, so I wrote it without a rhyme to emphasize the dystopian dream feel. Call it poetic license.
Hues
Golden
My dreaming
Colours my life
Visions of the future.
A plethora of lost, dark days.
There’s no warmth in that burning golden hue.
Our happy home abandoned your old tram rotting.
I reach out hoping for reassurance.
But I am alone you are gone.
Fear grips and I awake
I am with you
My mood lifts
Soft light
Hues
#WRITEPHOTO – DINOSAUR .
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.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a red metal dinosaur in amongst the trees, beside a clearing.
Max loves Dinosaurs, he has books, and games and toys galore. He has a Dinosaur crash helmet for his bike and scooter.
Just over a year ago we had had tickets to a Dinosaur show in London we took Max and our son to see it…Max loved it and does some very convincing Dinosaur roars.
So imagine his delight when meeting a not so wooly mammoth in the woods.
“Good afternoon little boy how are you?” boomed the mammoth.
“Oh! Hello” replied Max, “I am very well thank you, how are you” He’s a very polite and caring young man, our grandson.
“Well” said the mammoth in a very loud whisper “I am actually very hungry” Max smiled happily and said “I have cheese sandwiches and a flask of hot chocolate. In my backpack. We could share if you like?”. The mammoth grinned widely and said ” Those are my favourite things, I would loved to share, climb up on my back and we can ride and eat”
Max climbed up the mammoth’s trunk and sat behind his head. They polished off the sandwiches and the hot chocolate as they trundled through the wood. After a while and a long and interesting conversation Max fell asleep. As he did the woods melted into the walls of Max’s bedroom and the mammoth in all its bright colours morphed into Max’s bed.
Max opened his eyes and saw his books, shelves and his reading wigwam and cosyed in feeling happy, the sun was peeping through the curtains.
Sounds came from downstairs Daddy and Ben were in the kitchen, Daddy was making pancakes. Oh! thought Max it must of been a dream.
Later that day Mum and Dad took Max and Ben to a new park where they found a brightly coloured wooly mammoth…. Max told them all about meeting the mammoth and riding on his back and sharing a picnic. When he finished they all said what a brilliant imagination he had!
As they all left to go home Max hugged the dinosaur mammoth and to his supprise it’s trunk hugged him back and it said “Thank you Max, come and see me again soon.” Max whispered, “I will, I promise”
Just then Daddy called out “come on Max we need to be making tracks” and so they did. “Bye bye” Max shouted as he ran to join the others. “Who are you talking to” asked Mummy. “No one” replied Max with a smile.
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