Image Credit: © Ritu Bhathal
the glow said to me–
work and time
dragging me down. But light
keeps shadows at bay–
memories, they stay,
in moonlit places–
still slither into my dreams–
till dawn, and I’m free—
dance the way we did
we moved, kissed, together said
words of love, now gone.
A shadorma sequence for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday, using Ritu Bhathal’s photo prompt.
sunshine bursts from cold ground–
bulb to bright flower
winter to spring
life to death to life
A gogyoka for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday prompt: Circle of Life. This winter has been fairly mild (so far) but we’ve had so many gloomy days. I saw these coming up yesterday.
on cold December nights
when we’re in need of moon magic—
When I was at my mom’s on Thursday night, I looked up to see the bright full moon shining in her window. (She lives on the 17th floor, and it was rising over the city.) I couldn’t get a shot, but it was magical.
This is a crapsey cinquain for Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday challenge. We were to use synonyms for give and shake.
The Pleiades, an open cluster consisting of approximately 3,000 stars at a distance of 400 light-years (120 parsecs) from Earth in the constellation of Taurus. It is also known as ‘The Seven Sisters’, or the astronomical designations NGC 1432/35 and M45. NASA, ESA, AURA/Caltech, Palomar ObservatoryThe science team consists of: D. Soderblom and E. Nelan (STScI), F. Benedict and B. Arthur (U. Texas), and B. Jones (Lick Obs.) [Public domain]
at the sight of them,
Heedless of their desires,
only knows his own.
A god’s touch–
they’re doves. Now weightless,
through the moon’s shimmer, and then,
too, they glimmer.
through the skies. Are they at peace?
grace they sail
an indigo timeless sea
forever and on.
For Laura’s dVerse prompt, “less is more. . .” She gave us a list of words. I chose breathless, weightless, ageless, and I added timeless. This is a shadorma sequence. I’m also linking it to Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday prompt.
the rosy red
blooming, adorning the sky
fashioning the day’s beginning,
A Crapsey Cinquain for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday challenge. (Synonyms for grace and style). I wrote about the moon yesterday, so it’s only fair that I write a poem about the sun today.
in brilliant blue, time’s lines meet
through darkness and glowing light
blooming, as leaves scatter, fall
For Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday. I took this photo while walking to my polling place on Tuesday. I really like it, and I’ve been trying to come up with a poem for it.
John Everett Millais, “The Somnambulist.”
on this night–
All Hallows’ Eve
when the fairies ride,
and ghostly presences
shimmer, translucent figures
beckon from burial plots. “Come,”
they whisper, and you see the ground turned
waiting—waiting for you—one push—you wake.
An etheree for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday using synonyms for dig and grave.
William Heritage Winery, Summer 2019
Nature’s gift unfolds–
we’re ensorcelled by sun, moon
rising and setting
gold and silver glow, whisper
there is truth in this beauty.
A tanka for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday, using synonyms for treat and spell.
Eos, Evelyn de Morgan
pitcher in hand,
she waters with dew
the earth as she rises,
leading the way for the sun–
the god in his chariot glides–
swallowing night in his golden blaze.
But to where does rosy-fingered dawn fly?
On feathered wings, she dances with the stars,
creates new life with passionate embrace,
cares for her incandescent steeds,
(though careless with her lovers)
she beckons and woos, then
sleeps to rise again–
Colleen is back! A double etheree for her Tanka Tuesday, using synonyms for beginning and consume. I haven’t written one of these in a while. It’s a fun exercise.
There was a beautiful sunrise this morning.
It’s just past sunrise when I see him. I wonder why he’s there alone, the little deer. I wonder if he’s one of the twins, I saw lying in the grass a day or two before. His light brown coat blends into the woods so well that I almost missed him. We both stopped walking. His ears twitch, and I see him sniffing the air. I take one step, and he takes one step. Finally—though I want to stay– I walk on, as quietly as I can. I feel like I’m disturbing his peace, though the sight of him has made my day. Later, when I see a group of deer resting together, I wonder if he’s there amongst them, with his family and friends. I wonder if they missed him when he was off on his own, and if they are all happy to be together again.
fawn loses his spots,
russet leaves fall to the ground–
time passes unheard
This is for dVerse’s Haibun Monday, where qbit/Randall is the guest pub tender. He asks us to write about one member or element of a group. So, I guess that little deer made a big impression on me. I’m also linking to Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday, where it’s open prompt words or “poet’s choice.”