#Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 221 #SynonymsOnly

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.

Image from Pixabay.

Search & Lost.

The quest has been hard
He had tried to do his best
The truth was not found

Stolen.

captivated

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!

© willowdot21

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 336 MAD and Sane

The Challenge Words!

MAD and Sane.

Image from Pixabay.

Dance in mad circles

No more sane thoughts enter here.

Locked up in silence.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Presence and Absence, 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.

Fallen

Lost angel

Of broken dreams

Loosing your wings yet still

Beloved.

**********

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

Photo by Gavilla @ Pixabay.com

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 .

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.

Image from pixabay

Homeless at Christmas

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………………….

Image from Pixabay

“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

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.

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