#TankaTuesday Weekly Poetry Challenge No. 279: #Tastetherainbow-Color/Weather Poetry

Colleen has been on a well deserved holiday but now she is back with our first prompt of July. This week, we choose our own syllabic form and a color to feature in our syllabic poem. But, Colleen said “let’s add a little something else to make it special! This week, along with a color, add some weather to your poem. “

If the form is from the #TankaTuesday cheat sheet, let us know so we know where to look for directions. If it’s a new form, share how to write it and where you found the instructions. Think about the different ways you can use color in a poem.

I have chosen the colour red and rain. I have written a Sijo.

The Sijo, a Korean form believed to have first been used in the fourteenth century. It is similar in structure to various Japanese forms such as Haiku. As with many forms of poetry, the Sijo became a preferred poetry form of the yangban or ruling class as well as royalty. They were written in Chinese and were originally short songs set to music. The focus of the Sijo is usually nature and contemplation. We’ll try that to begin with.

There are:

Three Lines
14-16 syllables per line
A total of 44-46 syllables for the entire poem.
To know how many syllables in a particular word try HowManySyllables.com.

Lost Choice

Dark shades block out colours, rain falls, mother earth weeps in shock.
Red dress and cloak, female beauty hidden. Choice ripped away.
Rain falls in torrents it cannot wash away the sins of the world.

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This is part of Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge.

Torment.

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It rages in my head
It’s hunger goes unfed.
Crawling like an almighty dread,
Screaming, groaning, clawing at my head.

The need and greed consumes me,
It ripples through my brain
Pushing me beyond the brink of pain.
To lift me high then dash me down again .

They crawl and grab
They lunge and stab.
Body to body soul to soul
They creep through my head to reach their goal.

They grapple they bite and suck.
I cry and curse my luck.
The sword fights the cross
It starts to burn
Thundering through my head I yearn.

To be eased, appeased
Sated and pleased.
Barren dried out and teased.
It is eating me up never letting me rest.
I need it, I demand it this is not a request.
It’s driving me mad
Making me sad.
I anger my friends and strangers think I’m mad.

It is gnawing me, goring me,
Splitting me in two
They all creep inside me what am I to do.
Help me, help me I am going mad
Oh! just forget it, it’s all so freaking sad!

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 78: (SWEEP) in the B rhyme line.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image

image from pixabay.

Ear worm,

What is this torture I fear
Around the world for help I sweep
Driving me to madness I weep
This cacophony in my ear
Ramping my madness up a gear
It eats away my sanity
Please rescue me, help me be free
The music worm attacks my brain
Repeating, making mental pain
Oh! smite this ear worm, smite me!

This is part of Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt .

One-Liner Wednesday. Alternative Dictionary.

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

A tip of the hat to Dale at The Return Of The Internet Nobody and his entries for the alternative dictionary.

CANTILEVER. PACE LEVER ON A MECHANICAL HORSE?

This is part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 367 NOTE and Send.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

a note of caution
don’t send the wrong message out
rona has not gone
hiding in the shadows still
silent and ready to pounce.

My reaction to today’s easing of restrictions, with numbers rising I feeling it’s at best foolhardy at worst total madness.

Stay safe, stay well. 💜

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 65: (GO) in the B rhyme line.

Parliament still leads the dance
Question is should masks stay or go.
They’re also stopping lateral flow.
Go into work now take a chance.
Coughs on transport get sideways glance.
No longer heed the Delta strain
Rishi Sunak is out for gain.
So rules will be relaxed we smile.
As confusion reigns all the while.
As our safety goes down the drain !

This is my entry for Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Décima. I have link my Décima to my Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 48: (FORTUNE) in the B rhyme line.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image
You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt of (FOOL and Head) and here is my Haiku. This week’s Décima Challenge is FORTUNE in the B rhyme lineThis means you could write a haiku post using the prompt words. Then do a Décima post using this week’s prompt uniting the two with a common message.
The 2 CHALLENGES are SEPARATE but can be combined if YOU CHOOSE to do so. This week I do.

Image from Pixabay.

Here I’m trapped in this lonely place
Tied and bound to dance to their tune.
Hope gone, a soldier of fortune.
It’s me, not you here at God’s grace.
Fear creeping at relentless pace.
Morphious brought as injection.
This place spreads dread as infection.
Keys jangle in the dead of night.
Wings being clipped no hope of flight.
Give out the pills like confection.

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This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Décima

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 348 FOOL and Head.

Ronovanwrite’s.
Image from Pixabay.

A mist fills my head
With with the madness of a fool.
Eyes closed hope is dead.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge

Tree of Hope

6 years ago  I  visited a friend in  a psychiatric unit :  One  wall  was  decorated  with  the  Tree of Hope  logo. This  is  what I  saw  and  felt.

Hope?

Tree of hope
Is this a joke
Lost souls wandering
Bored staff pondering.

Angry women strutting
Locked door are shutting
Tempers are  fraying.
Any point in praying?

One  step forward three back .

Covers for  the care  they lack.

Man shouting  he needs  his phone

His  eyes  ask will he find his way home

Tree of hope
Is this a joke
Lost souls wandering
Bored staff pondering.

*******

I wander if that unit has improved in six years. I doubt it … Especially not now with Covid.

Hopelessness

image  from here 

Hopelessness Acrostic.

Hope left with not even a goodbye

Off  it  went  regardless of my  cry

Paralyised with fear unable to fly.

Ever ready  to  surround  me

Loneliness  grabbed me so I could not  flee

Eager  to entrap me in it’s hold

Sinister  horror  surrounds  me whole

Slipping ever  further  from reality

Never knowing  if  ever again I will be free

Endless  questions  beset  my mind

Smothering me with hopelessness unkind

Sinking  deep into  the abyss, lost alone death  would be bliss.

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