Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 184, #SpecificForm

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Challenge.

It’s the fifth Tuesday of the month! This is our chance to work with a specific syllabic poetry form. Take this opportunity to learn more about the particular form.

This week’s form is:

Haibun

As an added bit to the challenge… please use Frank J. Tassone’s photo as the inspiration for your Haibun. Frank says this spot is called Getrude’s Nose, a Rocky promenade located in Minnewaska Preserve State Park, in the Shawangunk Mountains outside New Paltz, New York (about a 2 hour drive out of NYC). Please include the copyright to the photo in your post.

I decided to take on Colleen’s challenge and write about part of my recent time in hospital.

The Table.

I lie on my side, voices above my head are panicked. Another voice arrives, a quick discussion ensues. Angiogram is mentioned, I am moved. It’s all panic and pain. My head searches for escape, trees, rock, warmth and peace. The voices decide what they are doing. A voice barks orders at me, the pain increases…..

Help me fly, Gaia.

Bare me away on wings of

Your healing powers

Twitter Tales #15 : Panic

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Had he done wrong?Too late now!It had seemed an innocent request. Panicking he open the bag,it was just a scarf the label said.Love to Mum.

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This Part of Kat Myrman fromm LikeMercuryColliding

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Twittering Tales #15

One Liner Wednesday: Panic!

There are 50 Days until Christmas… Arrrrrrrrrrgh!

One liner Wednesday
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You can the rules here on LindaGHill’s page.

It’s Not Happening

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Explosion! what did he say.
No way this is not right
He cannot say that today.
If I close my eyes it’ll be all right.

Let me out I need some air
This is not happening now.
Not me, no this is not fair.
I can’t breathe,this is …. wow.

Open a window I am chocking here.
Yes a glass of water please
You spoken the words we all fear.
Please say it’s not true, this is just a tease.

Out in the street the traffic is loud.
Sweating profusely I shiver and shake.
I want to scream caught in this crowd.
Not Cancer it’s more than I can take.

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Another Poem for Breast Cancer Awareness Week.

FanFoFeb: Spider’s Web

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Here I am stuck in the web. How did I get here

I cannot move my head or my heart

Each minute the arrival of the the spider grows near

Holding my breath waiting for the vibrations to start.

My mouth is full of silver web, my eyes are fastened shut

I dare not struggle I cannot fight

I am so tired I feel so lost all my safety lines are cut

Lost, so lost am I stitched up I can’t take flight.

The web is bouncing, the spider is huge and it grows near

I see her reflective eyes searching for me

She is on top of me now her jaws clamp me, the poison sears

Suddenly an alarm bell rings , I open my eyes Thank God I am free.

Sweat soaked hair tangled tousled in the bed clothes

I was dreaming I was caught in fantasy

Something catches my eye and my anxiety grows

There is a spider on my pillow eyeing me!

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Father

I wrote this little tribute to new Fathers all over the world. I was inspired by Eric Alagan and his 55 word flash fiction you should go and see his poem Father here .

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Father

His hands are too big,
Like his heart and the love he has to give .
His fear is tangible but he holds the baby
His own his son a leader of men …maybe.
This life these eyes dependent on him
My boy my lad his heart begins to sing.
She just smiles as she watches.

How Long

How long have I been running I just do not know, across this dark landscape that I hate so. Is there an end in sight will the fear leave me and will there at the end be light.

I reach the edge of a huge corn field the corn is high and the ears move in the wind they sway and wield. Dare I run dare I move. Will I ever find a balm my soul to sooth.

Crouching in the long grass by the stream I pray and pray I shall wake one day and find this has all been a dream. Once again I hear the approach of the dark soul who on my mind does encroach.

Too late I up and run I feel his hot breath at my back I enter the corn and I dash to the light but speed I lack. I feel his nails scratching at me my legs like lead will not carry me. I see the light but it moves away too far too far he mockingly says.

I fall hard and dash my knee too late too late he is upon me.Fear is closing up my throat he has me now I can see his eyes gloat. Just when I can take no more my mind gives out and I fall into the black as I have a thousand times before.

I awake and all is quiet I pull myself up and immediately feel the need for flight. How long have I been running I just do not know, across this dark landscape that I hate so.

ARMAGEDDON

To say she was lined was an understatement. To hint that her green eyes are unsettling would be an out and out lie. To misunderstand her looks would be a debasement. Her face was so thin and her velvety skin could bring a tear to your eye.

She fell from heaven with a bump, scattering the cats and dogs that were foraging the municipal dump.As she sat there rubbing her knee the last of the homeless stared at her unable to believe what he could see.

Huge pearl drop tears fell from her eyes, sobs falling from her mouth. Trying hard she determinedly tried to crush the screams that showed her she had survived. The only witness to her arrival stepped forward offering her a slug of whiskey to celebrate her survival!
Unsteadily she rose to her feet she took the old man’s flask and emptied it complete. Unsteadily she crossed the waist ground, the crunching of glass under her feet and the sharp in take of breath from on lookers was the only sound.

The weather was cold and it was dark and starting to sleet she borrowed a gaping workman’s mobile and she began to tweet !

Early arrival for Armageddon today should I just keep quiet or shall I tell them to panic….. OKAY??

Two minutes warning

I miss the trees, their shade and the pattern their leaves made when the noon day sun beat down. Where is the sun I can no longer see the sky as I wander through this town.
I miss the people. No one I know or love is left. I have not seen a cat or dog. I miss the flowers all colour gone all’s dark and bereft.
I miss my life my loves a second a moment and all life wiped there’s nothing left. The order came it was obeyed the button hit the decision made. Two minutes, what to do? No time to save or warn the dye is cast all life is through…………

Mummy says I am not allowed to say.

photo credits http://itsmychoice-domesticviolenceinfo.weebly.com/

Every night it is the same, mum and dad play their game. Daddy shouts and mummy cries it is very frightening when daddy’s arms start to fly.

It no fun to hear things go bump and see mum fall after dad given her a clump. In the morning mum looks pale but she always smiles as the neighbours she hails.

I don’t like to see mum’s bruises or to hear the words that dad uses. I don’t want to go to school I want to stay with mum in case dad is cruel. He rings her in the day you see he and threatens her, I know I’ve heard yet they think that I don’t see.

Hiding underneath the bed clothes pretending it is not real they just keep on and on not caring how I feel. Mummy says I must stay quiet and keep out of his way.I am not allowed to talk of this at school or mention that my dad treats my mummy so cruel.

SSSH! what was that awful scream, I hate daddy he is so mean…. that was the font door ……….. it is quiet now there is no shouting any more. Mummy Mummy are you there , mummy mummy are you there ( creeping forward and then down the stair ) Mummy is laying on the floor her head at a funny angle to the door. Mummy , mummy answer please , mummy mummy please don’t tease. Mummy mummy daddy has gone away mummy mummy speak to me something say.

photo credit http://ncmbts.blogspot.co.uk/

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Another poem to bring the effects of abuse on children who live in fear of violence, out into the open. When parents fight the whole family suffer. Children live in fear. This is not right.

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