#TankaTuesday Weekly Poetry Challenge No. 305, 1/31/23

WELCOME TO #TANKATUESDAY!

短歌 火曜日

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This week Colleen suggests we try Random word poetry. Which is something that Jane Dougherty started writing last year. Colleen said : “I think this is a great way to find inspiration, so let’s try it.

Below, I’ve generated a list of 100 random words. The idea is to read through the words, searching for a word that sparks your inspiration.

Then, choose no less than three words to use in your poem.

You can use as many words as you’d like, but at a minimum—you must use three words from the list. This is a great time to experiment with freestyle or free verse poetry (defined on the cheat sheet).

If you write a free verse or freestyle poem, please include a syllabic form to accompany it. That means you’ll write two poems. Have fun making connections between the two forms.

I chose to write an Abhanga. The Abhanga a poem in any number of 4-line stanzas with 6-6-6-4 syllables each. L2 and L3 rhyme. The end rhyme scheme is abbc. It is customary to title your poetry.

These are the words I chose *Rambunctious *maddening *dysfunctional * rampant *sashay *bizarre
*Quicksand *unruly* hurl *walk *capricious *innocent *voyage
“mayhem *push *clocks *trap *brick *carry *safe

The child

That child is maddening
Rambunctious slight of hand
Quicksilver and quicksand
Slipping your grasp.

Unruly they hurl past
Dysfunctional they say
They don’t walk they sashay
Lion rampant.

Capricious and bizarre
They’re still an innocent
Their voyage mayhem bent
Still but a dream.

Don’t push them to watch clocks
Don’t trap or brick them up
Their spirits need such luck
Carry them safe

PART OF COLLEEN’S TUESDAY TANKA CHALLENGE

Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 3rd, 2023

Welcome to the daily prompt for LindaGHill’s JusJoJan! Today is your third prompt for Just Jot it January 2023, and it’s brought to you by Dar. Thank you, Dar! Please be sure to visit Dar’s blog to read her post and say hello. And follow her while you’re there, if you’re not already.

Your prompt for JusJoJan January 3rd 2023, is “solo.” Use the word “solo” any way you’d like. Have fun!

So hi Dars great prompt I like it 💜

Solo.

To be on one’s own, to be single, unaccompanied without a partner .
Often being solo can be lonely but it can also be a good thing too.
It can give you time and space to grow or learn to truly know yourself.
You can fly solo ( that’s also a play on words) sing solo (another play on words) play solo ( ditto) dance solo and I don’t mean limbo! You can travel solo, have a solo role.
Of course there is also Hans Solo. Let’s have a solo poem ☺️

How can I survive
Just to be one is hard
But what dosen’t kill you makes you alive .
To be solo does not mean your marred.
So reach for the sky and smile
It’s good to be solo once in a while.

Two of my favourite singer songwriters.

Ronovan Writes Sijo Wednesday Poetry Challenge #42. Use RECOVER as your inspiration this week.

Ronovan Writes Sijo Challenge Image

A broken body holds sway over the mind..making the being irritable and unkind.
The touch of a child, the light of the sun, the kindness of strangers
The scents of nature revives like seasons the road back to health can be long

© willowdot21.

THIS IS PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S WEEKLY SIJO

K.L Caley’s #WRITEPHOTO – Fledgling

Fledgeling – Image by KL Caley

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a tiny bird hiding in a plant pot.

This week Gail and Morgarna return to the new house and they all learn happy lessons in humanity….well in Morgarna’s case for now!

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Morgarna and Gail were sitting on the Castle wall drinking mead , “What is that smell Morgarna”
“It’s the smell of the castle, body odour, urine,and animal dun all human life! “
Just then the Anomaly appeared, “Right Gail time to jump , I have had a blast”
As they both jumped Gail could be heard saying ” So has my nose , it’s honks enough here to cure blocked sinuses! “


Merlin was in the kitchen making coffee when he heard Morgarna and Gail as they landed in the lab. “Coffee is on the brew” he shouted.
“Oh! I could murder a cup” Gail shouted, “can I have it in the bath, this new body of mine is stinking..and I need to change my clothes, I’ve not done that for years”
“Good job for you that there is more one bathroom here there was only one at the old place…as a treat you can use the big one in my room. Just this once mind and you can use any of my potions they are all safe …ish” Morgarna ended on a grin.
Gail didn’t need telling twice she was off and running up the stairs with the mug of coffee Merlin had handed her.


Morgarna had her bath and washed her hair reluctantly, how strange she thought how much she missed those dark and dirty days of cold draughty castles ….


“That was uncharacteristicly kind of you to let Gail use your bathroom and potions…are you sure they’re safe babes? ” Merlin asked as Morgarna joined him in the sunny living room…”How did she do”
Morgarna lit a cigarette and poured herself a large Shiraz and relaxed. “She was amazing we met her David, she and he thrashed out the whole story he didn’t know all of it. She helped him by showing she was at peace now, and he told her about his life with May. We even met one of the grandchildren, well I did.” Morgarna paused to take a sip of her wine. ” Gail convinced Dave that suicide was not the answer and if he’d killed himself and one of his family had found him it would of been as painful as what had happened to him.”
“So it went well then ?” Merlin asked.
“Yup Merls it did and with a little help from me” she waved her hand, ” I think everyone is at peace with the past. Then I took Gail back to our time where she had a good time…even had some fun with Garth, you know the Blacksmith..” Morgarna winked.
Merlin’s face lit up, “Indeed I do..and that means Gail’s body works well…good for her …good old Garth… perhaps she can learn there’s good in life….even if it’s post mortem “
Morgarna nearly choked on her Shiraz , “Bloody hell Merls are we becoming sensitive…dare I say more human….” They both erupted into laughter.


Fledgeling – Image by KL Caley

Outside in the garden Gail was enjoying the warmth of the sun, clean clothes and a really welcome feeling of piece. She heard Morgarna and Merlin laughing and she felt really happy…. Almost as happy as she was on her seventeenth birthday, she put her hand to her neck and held the locket.
Just then she heard a little tweeting and flutter of wings. Following the sound she found a tiny bird hiding in a plant pot. “Hello little one’ she said. “Don’t be afraid, have you lost your way? I know how that feels but with help from kind people you can get back, well almost to where you should be. ” She bent down and looked at the little chap who seemed to be listening to her every word she was saying.
Gail sat by the flower pot chatting to the fledgling until the light began to fade . Just when Gail began to think she’d have to sit here all night the little chap came out of the flowerpot in answer to a call from the tree opposite.. his mother was calling him in to roost…. After his second attempt he took off and disappeared with his mum.
Gail sat there and felt tears on her cheeks. Oh! tears she thought for the second time that week after years of none…these though we’re tears of joy.


“Gail, Gail where are you? ” Morgarna was calling from the kitchen door.
“Merlin wants to take us out for dinner and he’s paying you can choose where we are eating! “
Gail took a deep breath wiped her heavily made up eyes and smiled!
“Steak ” she shouted, “I fancy steak” as she ran back to the house like a fledgling to her parents !

#TANKATUESDAY Weekly #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 262, 2/22/22, #THEMEPROMPT

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

Are you ready for a #TankaTuesday theme prompt? Ken Gierke (Rivrvlogr) from last month’s challenge picked the theme:

© willowdot21

TRANSITIONS.

From day unto night
Earthbound into sudden flight
The mind learns to dream .

Part of Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka.

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 84: (LEARN) in the D rhyme line.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image

image by Paul Militaru

When we are young we rush and race.
No time to watch the flowers grow
Or count raindrops as down they flow.
Everything was done at fast
pace
We had style and we had such grace.
Then as we age we slow right down .
Our efforts to catch time a frown
You’d think that over time we’d learn
But no we simply crash and burn
We try to fly but slowly drown.

THIS IS PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S WEEKLY DÉCIMA CHALLENGE.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 371 PULL and Push.

Ronovanwrite’s.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

© willowdot21

push all the limits
defy all of nature’s rules
pull up your roots

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 155 #SynonymsOnly or #Theme-Thanksgiving

This week you have a choice. You can write about the #Theme of Thanksgiving (thankful, grateful, family, etc. whatever that word means to you)

OR

here are your two words for this week:

“End & Hurry”

Hopefully they travelled
Across the Atlantic Ocean
Praying for safe delivery
Pleased at first sight of land
Yearning for all they had left behind
Thankful to be safely delivered
Hopeful of a brave new world
Aching in soul and body
No one shirked their duties
Kindred spirits they worked together
Spring, Summer and Autumn brought their hardships
Giving thanks to their God
Indians watched them from afar
Vainly struggling in a hostile world
In fear they struggled but
Never giving up they reached harvest
God saw them through and they gave thanks.

So as I did an Acrostic poem which is not within our remit so here is a Tanka. A synonymous Tanka not using the words End and Hurry.

Thanksgiving Tanka
It comes to a close
The year gently closing down
Only to speed up
Thanksgiving with family
It all ends so happily.

This is part of Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka.

COLLEEN’S WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 89, “DRY & WET,” #SYNONYMSONLY

This is part of Colleen Chesebro’s of the Fairy Whisper Weekly Tanka Tuesday.

I need deep damp loam

Darkness, for now, is my home

Soon I will rise up

I will dance in the warm sun

After the rain, my growth done.

Rain soaked leaves drip water

No longer sunbaked or parched

The weather cycles

Just like melting icicles

In sun they evaporate.

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