One-Liner Wednesday: Spring, Spring, Spring.

© willowdot21 :Frozen pond.

Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.

Doug Larson.

PART OF LINDAGHILL’S ONE LINER WEDNESDAY.

TankaTuesday Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 313, 3/28/23

WELCOME TO #TANKATUESDAY!

短歌 火曜日.

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Here is whatColleen’s has given us for this week’s prompt. “This week, share the view outside your window by writing a poem in syllabic form. If you write a freestyle form, please add a syllabic form to your post. Have fun!”

I have decided to write a  Shadorma. This is a poetic form consisting of a six-line stanza (or sestet). Each stanza has a syllable count of three syllables in the first line, five syllables in the second line, three syllables in the third and fourth lines, seven syllables in the fifth line, and five syllables in the sixth line (3/5/3/3/7/5) for a total of 26 syllables.

Plip plop plip
Not seeming to stop
Gentle rain
Or hard rain
Continuously drip drops
Will it ever stop

Spring is here
It sure is trying
Pushing roots
Crocuses
And daffodils are sprouting
Starbursts of colour

Rain drops on
Splatter my window
A chill wind
Still blows hard
Where is the warm spring sunshine
I fear it is lost

Under foot
Squelching as we walk
Water pools
Runs down hill
Next month brings April showers
Hopefully with warmth.

Flip flop swish
We’re in the car now
Windscreen wet
Wiper blades
Swipe steadily side to side
It’s just like winter.

PART OF Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Tanka.

#TankaTuesday Weekly #Syllabic #Poetry Challenge No. 311, 3/14/23

WELCOME TO #TANKATUESDAY

This week Colleen’s challenge is Synonyms Only. That means you must select synonyms for the two words below. Submit by March 19, 2023.

spring & green

(any definition of the words.)

I have chosen an Abhanga. A poem in any number of 4-line stanzas with 6-6-6-4 syllables each. L2 and L3 rhyme. The end rhyme scheme is abbc. It is customary to title your poetry. The Abhanga is of childhood memories, mum cooking spring greens.

SPRING GREENS

Such childhood memories
The smell in the kitchen
I didn’t love it then
Mum cooked just right.

Those viridescent veg
They will make your hair curl
Make you a healthy girl
Mum was so right.

The verdant early leaves
Fresh like the new season
Taste reminds me of fun
Mum cooked just right.

Part of Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Tanka.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 442 DONE and Tire.

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Winter has done her worst
Clinging, with frosty fingers
Refusing to tire
She clings on to her power
Keeping the young spring at bay

This Tanka is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Ronovanwrite’s.

Ronovan Writes Sijo Wednesday Poetry Challenge #2. Use SEASON as your inspiration this week.

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This is the second week of the new form of poetry Ron has set for us to try. Yes, the Décima Challenge has come to an end after 100 weeks.

Now we have 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.

You should use the word in the title of this post as your inspiration as either a theme of the Sijo or in the poem itself.

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.

• The first line of the Sijo usually sets the theme.
• The second line elaborates on the first line.
• The third line brings the poem matter to a close.

The setting can be nature, a favorite season, or some event of your day. Something, as I mentioned above that can be contemplative in nature.

Within each of the three lines there is usually a pause. Reading your Sijo out loud will help with using the correct form. I have my pauses punctuated by commas and full stops.

© willowdot21

Three days into Spring. Clear blue skies not a cloud to be seen.
I stand in the garden, feeling the sun’s warmth on my face.
All around me new life bursts forth. Green grass sprouts and colourful flowers.

38 words
45 syllables
204 characters.

THIS IS PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S WEEKLY SIJO

#TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 216 #SYNONYMSONLY

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.

Eager and Hope.

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Spring seems impatient
Ready to bust and blossom
Full of anticipation
Winter’s not done yet.
White her icy cloak folded
Any second to unfurl

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 43: (SPRING) in the A rhyme line.

Wednesday and it time for Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Déima challenge.

You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt of (BARE and Full). and this is my link from Monday. Challenge of SPRING in the A rhyme line. This 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 two challanges are separatebut can be combined if we choose to do so.

© willowdot21.

Awaiting Spring. A Décima from the birds.

Berries are red, the birds sing
We’ll eat them all and have our fill
Needing full tums to beat the chill
Time is harsh twixt Winter and Spring.
Ground hard covered in icy bling.
Water frozen it turns to ice.
We strive on as with death we dice.
At night we huddle where we roost
Humans spread seed, our diets boost.
So we sing for them,to be nice.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Décima Challenge

Thursday photo prompt: Still #writephoto

This week’s prompt ~ Still

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a peaceful and still pond, surrounded by green, with sheep grazing in the field beyond. The sky is blue and the branches of the trees are just beginning to show their leaves…

Spring hopes eternal

New life flourishes and blooms

Blue skies lift spirits

Nature opens her palate

Blues and greens to lift spirits.

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This is part of Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Challenge.

#writephoto.

Florescence. Day Sixteen

Day Sixteen of the Florescence, courtesy of its creator, Jane Dougherty.

Blue skies, clouds floating by

Song birds sing as they fly

Ruby and I spirits high, Spring comes true.

Thursday photo prompt – Spring #writephoto

This  part of  Sue Vincent of  Daily  Echo #writephoto  prompt.  It  is  part  three of  my  story  which  started  here with  the  Tryst here with  the  Tryst   and  continued  here with  the  Bridge

As  she  rounded  the  corner  and  left  the  river  bank  she  could  see  the  young  human ,  heavily  pregnant  pinned  down  by a  female  Vampire! Anger  made  he  howl loudly, damn  she  though  so  much  for  surprise!

Luckily  the Vampire  was taken  by  surprise  and  let  go  of  the  girl, who  fell heavily  to  the  ground  and  cried  out. Swiftly  covering  the  ground  and leaping  at  the  Vampire, one  she had  never  seen  before , definitely  not  from  Mathew’s circle.  The  Vampire  opened  her  mouth  to  scream  but  had  the  wind  knocked out of  her as  the  Warewolf  hit  her  heavily  and  squarely  in  the  chest.

The  Vampire dug  her  long  red  nails into  the  Warewolf’s neck  and  lent  forward  to  suck  her  blood. The  Warewolf let  the  Vampire  become  intoxicated  on  a  some  of  her  blood and  as  she  watched saw  her  eyes  roll…immediately  she  went  for  her  pale  white  throat biting  deep  and hard.

Show  no  mercy  she  told  herself  they  would  show  you  none.Fighting  for  her  life, fighting  for  the  baby  she  carried  inside  her she  ripped  the  heart  out  of  the  Vampire, the taste of  dead  flesh  sickened  her  more  than  normal. As  soon a s  felt the  the  body  of  the Vampire  disintegrate  beneath her  paws  she  slowly  relaxed.

Feeling  tired , so  tired  she  could  not help  herself  from  morphing into  human shape. Her opponent dead  she  lay on  the  blood caked  grass exhausted.

The  young woman   crawled across  to  her  and  covered  her  with  her  shawl.   Two hours  passed  and  the  Warewolf  slept. The  young  woman  sat  and  watched  her.

As  she  woke  the  Warewolf came  face  to  face  with  the young  human.  The  girl  smiled  and  said “you  look as  far along  as  I  am ” sitting  up  the  Warewolf   snarled  at  the  woman  and  then  nodded  “yes” she  replied  I  am almost  ready  to  drop  my  cub. The  young  woman  said  she  was  almost  due  too.

The  human  said  they  should  not  stay  too long  here  as  it  was  getting  dark  and  late. She  said  her  name  was  Lisa  and  she  was  so grateful  to  the Warewolf for  saving her.

Lisa  looked into  the  Warewolfs’ eyes  and  asked  her  her name. After  a  long silence the  injured Warewolf replied  her  name  was Rachel.  Lisa  asked Rachel  were  was  she  staying  that  night , “under  the  bridge  ”  Rachel said. Lisa said  she  would  not  hear  of it  and  that  Rachel  must  come  back  with  her  to  her  house. Rachel  tried to  argue  but  Lisa  was more  than  a match  for her! Come on  she  said  getting  up. Then  stopping  dead  she  turned  and  said  you  cannot  travel  like  that , trying  not  to look at Rachel’s  nakedness.

“You are  right” Rachel  agreed “this  form  will not  bare  me,  the  cub is  heavy  and  my  injuries  are painful.” Looking  at  Lisa  she  said  ” I  swear  I  shall  not  hurt  you  I  am  going  to  change. ” With  that  she  changed  into  a huge  wolf.  Lisa  looked  at  her  with  admiration  and  whispered ” You  are  the  most  beautiful   wolf  I  have  ever  seen!”

The  pregnant  human  and  the  pregnant  wolf  walked  together  towards  the  setting  sun  and  Lisa’s  house. The  light  had  almost  gone  by  the  time  they  reached  Lisa’s dwelling. Rachel  stopped  by  the  spring  in  Lisa’s  garden  and  lapped  greedily  of  the  water. I shall make  you  some  tea  to  drink  Lisa  said , Rachel  turned  her  beautiful  eyes  towards  Lisa  and  Lisa   knew  instinctively what  Rachel  was  thinking.

“Okay , Rachel I understand  , you  stay  wolf “Lisa  could  not  help  but  stroke  Rachel’s  sleek  coat. ” I  do live  alone  but  you  you  do  look  more  comfortable  like  that. ” OH! cried  Lisa ” you are  bleeding  let  me  bathe  your  wound  , my  spring  has  healing   powers, yes  it  does  ” Lisa  assured  Rachel  who  was  now looking  at  her  a  thousand  questions  in  her  eyes. ” How  do I know, well  they  call me  the  witch”  Rachel  shifted on  her  paws , Lisa  stroked  her  again, “please  don’t  mistrust  me  I  am a  white  witch.”

Rachel  and  Lisa  looked  at  each other  and  each  knew  they  could  trust each other.