Our Gracious host Colleen Chesebro said WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!
This week, Jude chose the words for us to select our synonyms:
I chose a haiku this time.
Search & Lost.
The quest has been hard
He had tried to do his best
The truth was not found
#Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 221 #SynonymsOnly
13 Apr 2021 37 Comments
in #Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #Tanka Prose, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma, #Gogyoka, Colleen's Tuesday Tanka, Tuesday Tanka Tags: Colleen Chesebro, lost, search, Synonyms only
Stolen.
28 Mar 2021 18 Comments
in #Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #Tanka Prose, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma, #Gogyoka, inspiration, photo prompt, photos, Poems, Promotion Tags: death, Life, lost, stolen
Locked , rooted to the spot
I was entrapped, cold yet blood hot.
Roots from the soil wound up my thighs
My birds escaped me and took to the skies.
The words flew about the pages
As important as the words of sages.
I could not move I was lost
They said read the pages at your cost.
Curiosity I could not contain
Captivated, I felt no pain.
All at once I was lifted into the sky
Up into the grey where my birds fly
Wind in my hair, no fear, I could not die.
Then down , down in to the tomb
Lost forever , trapped in the gloom.
🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋
Another of my old poem reworked from 2014.
Wordless Wednesday Going Nowhere!
24 Mar 2021 8 Comments
in Homelessness, photo prompt, photos, What do you see, Wordless Wednesday Tags: abandoned, bike, Desserted, lost
Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 336 MAD and Sane
15 Dec 2020 11 Comments
in #Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #Tanka Prose, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma, #Gogyoka, Poems, rant, Ronovanwrites Tags: lost, mad, RonovanWrites #Weekly Haiku, Sane
The Challenge Words!
MAD and Sane.
Dance in mad circles
No more sane thoughts enter here.
Locked up in silence.
Presence and Absence, Song Lyric Sunday.
27 Oct 2019 11 Comments
in Music, song challenges, Song Lyric Sunday Tags: Find, Hide, Imogen Heap, lost, Presence and Absence, Seek, Song Lyric Sunday
This week Jim Adams has set us the prompt Lost/ Found /Hide/ Seek. For our Song Lyric Sunday.
The first song that came to mind was Hide and Seek from Imogen Heap. Imogen Heap is an English singer songwriter who I have loved since my youngest son introduced her music to me in 1998 a year before I broke my back for the first time.
Now I was always taken by her amazing lyrics but what also strikes me about Immie is that not only can she write her own lyrics and music she can also play most instruments from brass , woodwind, strings, piano and drums. She used to dash about on stage using different keyboards, computers and instruments until she cleverly came up with her Mi.Mu gloves explained here.
Well now to the song I chose Hide and Seek. It was released in 2009. Why did I pick this particular song? Well that year I broke my back a second time, I actually smashed it to pieces and ended having three ops and being in hospital over a month. Imogen and her music got me through this time, the long nights the scary days and the threats of a wheelchair. When I came out of hospital I still had to learn to walk again and Immie’s music on my iPod shuffle got me through that time.
In fact I even emailed her and told her how much she had helped me. She sent me back a lovely email, sadly over the years I lost that email 😟
Right I have rambled on enough here is a song that means a lot to me. Here is a live version from her early days
And here is a studio lyric version
This is part of Song Lyric Sunday
And finally for good measure another one from Imogen, You Know Where To Find Me.
Cinqku. Fallen Angel.
08 Sep 2019 6 Comments
in Poems Tags: Cinqku, Fallen Angel, lost
Fallen
Lost angel
Of broken dreams
Loosing your wings yet still
Beloved.
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A cinqku must always have 5 lines and a perfect seventeen-syllable count. The lines typically follow a 2,3,4,6,2 format. There is no title requirement on the second line. As for syntax and diction styles, it follows the free Tanka style originally. There are no metric requirements for a cinqku poem. Additionally, the final line must contain a cinquain or kireji turn for emphasis.
Twittering Tales #124 – 19 February 2019 – Lost
19 Feb 2019 9 Comments
in Stories Tags: #124 – 19, February 2019, lost, Twittering Tales
Lost
All morning wandering around the city. They’d seen many places of interest. None in the right place though! Stopping to discuss where to have their picnic. Dave made a discovery. ‘Bob’ he scolded ‘you’re using that map upsidedown.’ Karen muttered ‘should of gone to Specsavers.’
(Characters 279)
This is part of Kat Myrman of Like Mercury Colliding‘s Twittering Tales.
Love lost .
03 Feb 2019 23 Comments
in Poems Tags: lost, love, sadness Acrostic
Loved hand in mitten
Oh I long to hold you
Sadly our paths are written
Too much separates us.
Longingly I see images
Of happiness lost
Verified at such a cost
Ever may you be happy.
Homeless at Christmas
21 Dec 2018 37 Comments
in Poems, Stories Tags: Crisis at Christmas, despair, Homeless at Christmas, lost
Where is she going and where has she been.
She is the most hopeless soul you have ever seen
Why is she out there why so alone .
Does no one miss her, has she no loving home.
Where are her parents , her teachers and friends
Is this all that is left to her, is this hopelessness where she ends.
Out in all weathers, aimless, sharing a bench with the old men in the park.
Scrounging for coffee and scraps of food from the back of the restaurants after dark.
Her Mother’s boyfriend was too fond of her. Her Mum to frightened or to busy to care.
Her teachers too busy didn’t notice the signs. Lost weight and dull eyes, loss of all flair.
It all came to a head when Mum found her with HIM in bed.
Mum wouldn’t listen to a word that she said.
He had raped her, she had pleaded her case .
But her Mum had screamed at her and then slapped her face
So now lost and lonely with no where to go
She wonders the big city her fears in full flow.
No one to love her no one to care she is homeless and helpless and underage.
Already she is changing , she has stolen for drink, her life’s spiraling downward and her head’s full of rage.
Why had Mum not listened , why had Mum let him push her out
She lost and she is hopeless prey to demons and doubt………………….
“The poor are always with us” this is an old saying. Sadly it is very true and these days we are seeing more and more people sleeping rough.
Even in the small town I now live in I see more and more people sleeping rough. By homeless I don’t just mean men we are seeing more women and boys. They are getting younger.
Have you heard of Crisis at Christmas. You can either donate your time this Christmas this year or your money. Here is their Link.
Lost in Dementia
04 Nov 2018 48 Comments
in Poems Tags: dementia, lost, Slipping away
How
Hard to
See a loved
One slip away
Unable to catch that
Lost beautiful fading
Mind. Each day another spark
Dies. Recognition replaced by
Fear and confusion, unknowing eyes
The spark is gone and there is no one home.
