Any War, Every War

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Any War, Every War

affects

the heart and mind–

bodies weak, spirits dark

waiting for illumination,

succor

 

within

the downtrodden,

aided by the helpers–

they fight their own weariness, yet

they smile,

 

offer

hope like beacons–

fog lights glowing through murk,

beams cutting through storms, resisting

always

 

with deeds

as well as words

carried in their hearts–peace,

justice, truth, freedom–and then, hope

rising

 

rising

sun, moon, and stars

shoot through the sky, falling

in brilliant clouds, surrounding us

with light

 

and so,

we look again,

up to the sky, seeking

beauty, if not hope, shooting light

at us.

 

 

For Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday using the theme I chose, this quotation from The Merchant of Venice:

“How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.”William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice

This is a cinquain sequence where each stanza can stand alone, but also connects to form one poem. I’ve used the syllable/line form of a Crapsey Cinquain, though I don’t think the meter is right.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

From Beneath

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From beneath,

under, and within

monsters come–

arising

from the depths they smile at you

offering you gifts

 

but light drifts,

blue-shifting nearer

in pinpricks

and glimmers

radiating from above,

brightening beauty, truth

 

is constant,

never ebbing or

flowing, though

it tumbles

blown by foul winds, yet always

seeking the surface.

 

A shadorma sequence for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday prompt . This time, an ekphrastic challenge, using the photo above, supplied by Vashti Q. Vega.

It made me think of this song because my daughters used to go around singing it.

 

Circles

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Vassily Kandinsky, “Several Circles”

 

In transit

we wander, seeking

what? Circles

unbroken

form constants, our existence,

balanced symmetry–

 

light and dark

not opposites, but

shifted hues

shimmering

through time and space, reborn in

stars, flowers, the sea.

 

For Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday challenge, a shadorma sequence, using synonyms for the words Kerfe chose, transition and harmony. I hadn’t intended to write about circles, but since Kerfe and I seem stuck on them, I suppose it’s not unexpected.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gogyohka for River Ghosts

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Abandoned garden–

ghosts in dusty grass

sit still in the long ago,

a gull’s laugh breaks the silence. . .

echoes

 

echoes

over the river,

through the thin spaces

of cloud-light whispers,

spring-scented rain falls

 

For Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday. I think these poems stand alone, but they can also be read together. I wrote the first one to go with the photo, but then then I had more to say.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Circles

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Puddle Reflection, May 2020. Upside down world, fleeting or timeless?

 

And after,

do the birds still sing–

the bardo

in-between

past and future, everything

rippling, light circles

 

to before,

the after, before

time begins,

radiant

waves humming—the sound of dreams–

forever’s spindrift.

 

A shadorma sequence for Colleen’s challenge because she admired this photo I took during a morning walk when I got caught in the rain. The challenge theme is “the day after,” chosen by Elizabeth of Tea & Paper. Also, this is Colleen’s 175th poetry challenge!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After the Storm

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After the storm–a world in a puddle

 

Under

and upside-down,

there is another world

of trees and clouds. A different sun

shimmers,

illuminating this dream-place,

ephemeral, lasting

a brief wind-kiss,

then gone.

 

For today’s NaPoWriMo, Day 9 prompt to write a shape poem. This is a butterfly—two cinquains that are merged into a butterfly shape (but not actually two cinquains). I hope that also works for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday challenge.

Some people know I’m a bit obsessed with reflections. 😏

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Looking Out the Window

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Frederic Edwin Church, “Beacon off Mount Desert Island”

 

Looking Out the Window

 

Red sky

dawns blush-tipped,

a warning to sailors–

yet I delight in night’s demise,

day breaks.

 

I’m combining prompts: a Crapsey Cinquain for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday prompt

and a seeing red poem for Sarah’s dVerse prompt.

It’s also the start of NaPoWriMo, but I’ll see if I can do something else for that.

Gogyohka for March

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Delaware River at Red Bank Battlefield, National Park, NJ.

 

River waves whirl and roll

gulls and geese gather on shore

under the grapefruit sun

I step over ghosts of winter

into puddles of spring-growing light.

 

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A round of robins

sings a round of spring,

high notes fly towards the sun,

a cool breeze whips from the river

tickling my skin through un-zippered coat.

 

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I couldn’t decide on which one to use, so here are two gogyohka for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday. Yes, I’m might working through a list of fruit-inspired descriptions. 😉

 

Moon-glow Memories

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Welcome home

the glow said to me–

weary from

work and time

dragging me down. But light

keeps shadows at bay–

 

memories, they stay,

in moonlit places–

yet faces,

dark creatures

still slither into my dreams–

till dawn, and I’m free—

 

moon-glow memories

dance the way we did

remember?

Hand-in-hand

we moved, kissed, together said

words of love, now gone.

 

A shadorma sequence for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday, using Ritu  Bhathal’s photo prompt.