#Haikai Challenge #149 (7/25/20): Waterfall (taki) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

This is my first visit to Frank Tassone’s Haiku Challenge. I have written a Tanka about how waterfalls affect my soul.

Waterfall

© willowdot21

Sparkling silver bright

Hidden from mind all danger

The urge to be free

Takes me through crystal waters

Drowning my soul in freedom.

Thursday photo prompt: Dream #writephoto

This week’s prompt ~ Dream

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a pale pathway meandering through a field of purple heather towards the green of distant hills.

Sleep would not come, just waves of fear and pain. There was no silence either. Voices discussing, the news, gardens, family, Covid… I can’t blame them this was their day. Their shift, they would go home and sleep.

The scariest thing was the voice that echoed through the ward of the disturbed patient who repeated and repeated “It’s the Covid cough, the Covid, Covid, cough gonna get you” If he was not sleeping that’s all I could hear. It was better during the day because he’d call out for “Tea tea” and the nurses would bring him one and then he would shout “Happy Birthday” and we’d all smile.

At night it felt like he was closer, he was not, he was on the male side of the ward but sound carries at night. I was frightened, unreasonably so by this prophet of doom. I was lonely and in pain.

Then the pain spiked I had to give in and use my buzzer, the nurse came I told her I couldn’t take the pain. She gave me some intravenous painkillers as an extra to the antibiotics and fluid IVs. She stayed a while and then thankfully I drifted off to a better place.

There lies the path

Through seas of purple heather

Morpheus lifted

Me off to the land of dreams

Fear and pain was then banished.

This is part of Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Challenge, #writephoto

Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 164 #SynonymsOnly

This week Colleen has given us the words Love and Harmony, to use synonymously.

Today I struggling with love and harmony, I think it may of coloured my Tanka.

What good is devotion

When it causes termoil.

Discord, reins supreme

Agony pulls the heart strings

No tranquil, coexistence

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Part of Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Challenge.

Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 162, #ThemePrompt

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

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It’s the fourth week of the month which means I’ll pick a theme for you to write about for this month. On the Monday before the next challenge, I’ll select someone to choose next month’s theme.

This month’s theme is: “The Circle of Life”

I have done two sets of Haiku. In syllables of, 5/7/5, 3/5/3 and 2/3/2. One set on human life and the other set on nature.

Image from here

Of the womb we are born

We flourish and grow full bloom

Then we turn to multch

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Born from womb

Encompassing life

All things die

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We’re born

Then we grow

We die

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Image from Pixabay

Seeds germinate life

Blossoms germinate full bloom

Life drains down through roots

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Blossom grows

From seed and life roots

Cycle ends.

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Blooms

Petals spread

Then sleep

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Colleen’s Weekly Tuesday Tanka Challenge.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #282 Haze&Sand


This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge. I chose to do a Tanka this week.

Image from Pixabay

Nothing grows at all
Bare are the hot sands of time
Yet hidden Nature
Lost in the haze has rebirth
Slim chance yet hope for the Earth.

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 153 #SynonymsOnly

It’s Tuesday again and time for Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Tanka. This week our prompts are Grace and Style. I have written a Tanka about Thanksgiving. Using, ‘give thanks’ for Grace and ‘as pilgrims did for’ Style.

 Join me for this meal
Lets give thanks as pilgrims did
They survived hard times
They left their homes full of hope
Enjoy fruits of first harvest.

This is part of Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka.

A Comment Reblog!

DESTITUTE

Goes to bed hungry

Probes the gap between her

teeth

But there nothing there

{Empty (hungry) Space (gap)}

This is from the talented pen of Ben Naga

It’s so good I am entering it on hi behalf to Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge.

Hidden Dragon Tanka

© willowdot21 2019

Tired out an old soul

No longer scary or mean

Eons of magic

So much knowledge to impart

Scary of face, kind heart.

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge No. 124 SynonymsOnly Game and Trouble

Addiction.

Today the the beautiful Colleen Chesebro prompt worsds Game and Trouble to use synonymously. Rules and Pingback here .

I have made a picture with a Tanka about addiction. This is the first time I have tried this .

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 16/19 Yawn

Well ten minutes ago I had a brilliant idea for #SoCs. Then I got distracted by some some beautiful posts in my reader and here I am clueless as to what this world changing post was about!pro

Well it most definitely was something to do with a yawn. How do I remember that. Easy because this week Linda G.Hill said : ” Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “yawn.” Write about the first thing that comes to mind when you think of the word “yawn,” when you sit down to write your post. Enjoy!”

Now our Ruby yawns a lot, she yawns if she feels someone or something is invading her space, or if she is confused or bored and of course she yawns if she is tired.

Us humans yawn when tired, stressed or lacking oxygen. have you ever yawned and felt your jaw lock… oh my that can be so painful! Also if one person in a room yawns it is very  catching and everyone in  the room yawns. Now as you can see I am rambling on here and it is no doubt very boring. Very much unlike the wonderful post I was going to write had it escaped my brain and vanished into the either never to be seen again.

To save further embarrassment I have  added s to Yawn and  written an Acrostic Tanka.

Yawn

image from pixabay

Yes we have to yawn

All of us as soon as born

Will know how to yawn

No one is exempt no one

So cover your mouth and yawn.

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