It’s twenty years today since 9/11, we can’t forget today or this week because the media will not let us. Sadly there have been so many incidents before and since, it never stops. There are people all over the world living with war and terrorism every day. We must never forget any of this and all that went on before 9/11 because if we do there is no hope. No we must not forget but we can’t stop there we must change, we must change.
Where. Where in the world is there peace. Where in the world do the oppressed get relief. Where in the world is there no evil Where do harsh words and deeds not spill From the mouths of leaders who’s talk is cheap They set the rules while others reap Children die and parents weep. Yet we have the answers in our reach The wherewithal is here use it I beseech.
It’s time for LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. It is Saturday and I am late posting this. Anyway Linda said:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “hope.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
Hope has been in short supply of late. But never let it be said that hope died, well actually I did once I even wrote about it here! Well I hope you can forgive me I was rather depressed at the time. Anyway, hope has been a tad thin on the ground of late, climate change, brexit, covid 19 and all her cousins! wild fires, hurricanes, tornadoes, floods and mad and bad politicians. Somehow we have kept hope’s head above water, sometimes more than others. Well I hope I am not boring you but they do say hope springs eternal…. not really sure about that but it’s something to hold on to . I am off now…I am not saying what my hopes are for today… You might be able to guess.. but I can neither deny or confirm. I do hope you have a good Sunday.
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Hope springs eternal Only pessimists deny Plying with fate infernal Every optimists learns to fly
Hi everyone it is Tuesday and time for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday. This week I am going to answer Colleen’s challenge to try a new disapline. I am going to attempt a Sedoka. What is a Sedoka?
Ken, from Rivrvlogr shares a Sedoka, which is an unrhymed poem composed of two katauta. A katauta is able to standalone, with three lines and a syllable pattern of 5-7-7. A Sedoka therefore has the syllable count: 5-7-7, 5-7-7. Each katauta must be able to be read independently, but also create a cohesive singular work in the Sedoka.
Today’s words are from the lovey Sally Cronin and I must use them synonymously.
Good morning and welcome to Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge. Colleen said : “For the LAST poetry challenge of 2020, I want you to write a poem about hope, using your favorite poetry form (it doesn’t have to be syllabic). Please make these poems inspirational to others.
No negativity and No politics! We’ve all had enough politics to last us another lifetime.
After you’ve written your poem, tell us why the specific form you chose is your favorite. Why does that form resonate with you? If it’s a new form, teach us how to write that specific form.
I’ll stop by and comment throughout the week as time allows. There will be NO recap post on Monday, January 4, 2021. Make sure and visit the other participant’s post through Mr. Linky or from the ping-backs on the challenge post.
Harvengers of hope and light arrives Open the doors for their entry Praise the welcome gifts with joy Enter the new year now Full of confidence Undo all ills Let ties of Love bind You.
Today I have chosen my two favourite forms of poetry, the Nonet and the Acrostic Poem . This is an Acrostic Nonet. I love the way these two disaplines concentrate the mind. When put them together I feel I have achieved a small triumph.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a solitary figure on a beach against a wide ocean.
Small choices.
Not long he’d said, I did ask if he could be more specific. He was very nice about it but just couldn’t say. Months, weeks or days…he didn’t mention years.
I really don’t know why I am writing this down, there is no one to read it.
I don’t feel sad, how could I, the sea looks so beautiful with sun glinting on it. This beach is so peaceful, it’s warm and safe.
God, I am so tired, I need to sleep, I wonder if I should wake up again.
It’s funny I am not in any pain… I wonder if it will stay like that. No I am not afraid , well a little, maybe.
Oh! Hello dog, your beautiful, are you on your own?
No it’s okay she’s no bother I love dogs. No I don’t live here …
Pardon? Me, yes I would love a coffee, thank you. There’s a café over there that welcomes dogs……
Please use the above haiku to inspire your own syllabic poetry. There’s a lot to unpack in these words. What will your interpretation be? Go where the words take you.
A Sliver Of silver. A ray of hope Night shades wrapped and cloaked. Dawn dancing on her way With stealth she starts a new day Silver and gold look glorious Bright skirts swirling around, hope for us. Secretly ringing the changes of life.
”So many words veiling the truth the others turning and it’s time for us to choose and people will try to take you down too But if I was a betting man, I’d put all my money on you so be the young, the brave, the powerful ’cause the world is standing waiting for someone to come and change it.”
This week, Kat Myrman, from Like Mercury Colliding, selected the words:
I have written about the world as it is today. I am asking nature to help my children and grandchildren, everyone else’s too. We would be so grateful if we could have a better world. I have used synonyms for the two prompt words as well as counting my syllables.
Imagine & Gratitude
A Life where Thankfulness Is not a dream But reality. Let’s make believe it’s true No war,plague, famine or hate. In my dreams I hear you saying Is it too much to picture real peace. I would really appreciate normal
