Let Sleeping Cats Lie: Haibun Quadrille

This is a Haibun of 44 words for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday, using synonyms for play and guess, and for dVerse’s Quadrille Monday, where De Jackson asked us to use the word bounce.

 

It’s been a stressful couple weeks. Thoughts bounce about in my brain, as I try to sleep. My cat is nestled beside me, and his soft snores echo in my dreams. Time and space now speculative.

 

ideas frolic

gamboling animals romp

visions of wonder

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Franz Marc [Public domain ], via Wikimedia Commons

Winter Solstice Dreams: Haibun

Here’s another winter solstice poem. This Haibun is for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday. She asked us to use synonyms for the words cover and precipitation.

 

I’m tucked under the blankets. My big-eyed, grey-striped cat is cuddled against me. Our white cat has closed both his blue eye and his yellow eye on the pillow beside me. My husband, wrapped in a green-bordered patchwork quilt, has fallen asleep downstairs in his recliner. We all dream. Our dreams are shape-shifting creatures that fly high to dance together amongst the stars. I dream of winter snow melting in spring sunshine.  In my dream, there are green fields and blue horses in a silver mist. There is a building, where inside a dark room a woman slowly chews and swallows some strips of paper. She smiles because now she holds all the secrets–buried inside her like a seed. But someday they will sprout in light, blooming flowers of truth and beauty.

 

Dreams reign solstice night

soothed by moon’s lullabies,

slowly, the sun wakes

 

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Franz Marc, “The Dream,” [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

The Deer: Yeats Challenge Shadorma, Day 21

A Shadorma for Eliot’s November Shadorma Challenge and Jane’s A Month with Yeats Challenge. 

Today’s quotation:

“..by water among the trees
The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh” —W.B. Yeats

 

stag and doe

over golden leaves

side by side

they travel

at dusk, searching, wandering–

sighing, find a home

 

 

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Franz Marc [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

 

 

 

 

 

A Day in the Forest: Yeats Challenge

I didn’t get my Yeats Challenge post up yesterday, so here’s Day Sixteen. I’m also linking it to Dverse’s Open Link Night.  

Jane chose this quotation for Day Sixteen:

“Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns?”—W.B. Yeats

 

At dawn the robin sings to greet the coming of the day,

the sun rises then in golden glow to brightly light the way,

across the sky, excited geese soar high in V formation

honking directions and chattering in winged conversations.

 

Young lovers meander in noontime explorations,

declaring their love in breathless exclamations,

taking breaks from work or school for this, a secret tryst,

holding hands, then coming closer, sharing their first kiss.

 

Later, the young white deer gambols in the gloaming

still young without his horns, carefree in his roaming,

but never too far does he wander from his mother’s side

bleating to her when he is scared, listening for her replies.

 

The owl spreads her wings, takes flight in the blackness of the night

she hoots from a branch to tell her mate that everything is right,

nocturnal creatures flit and scurry under the humming moon,

and in an upstairs room, we sleep, dreaming to the tune.

 

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Franz Marc, “Deer in the Forest,” [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Queen of the Sea

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Ilya Repin, “What Freedom!” [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Pretend I’m the Queen of the Sea–

in my long reign

we will dance upon the waves,

careless of the sparkling spindrift

delighting

water-spriting

unrestrained,

without reins

we’ll ride our horses of ocean blue

under the singing stars,

and only a gentle rain will fall,

soft drumming to the humming moon

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Franz Marc, “Large Blue Horses,” [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

This poem is for dVerse. Lillian has asked us to use the words rain, rein, and/or reign, and to write something upbeat.

I’ve used this painting by Ilya Repin before, but I love it. The Blue Horses and spindrift are for Jane.      🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dancing Wind

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Franz Marc, “The Little Blue Horses,” 1911, Public Domain, via Wikimedia Commona

 

 

Lead me, dancing wind

on a journey of delight

tend my soul with pure sunlight.

 

Lead me, dancing wind

to find a shimmery shore,

a place of peace, without war.

 

Lead me, dancing wind

to where blue ponies play, stay,

bravely dance, in waves and spray.

 

Lead me, dancing wind

in sailing ship or small cart,

lead me now, to find my heart.

 

This is for Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Challenge.

Using these words: Brave/Tend/Pure/Lead/Dance

I feel the need for blue ponies.

 

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Vote your conscience, but I’m With Her, and I’m voting #LoveTrumpsHate.

 

 

 

 

 

Worlds and Colors

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Franz Marc [Public domain],”The Little Blue Horses,”via Wikimedia Commons

 

Reflecting the sky,

manes and tails

glow,

 

Four legs gallop, then rest

sides heaving,

blue

 

mothers and foals nuzzle,

in sheltered

love

 

safe from Earth’s war and bombs

far travels

space

 

and time, final frontiers,

journeys of

hope

 

under the sky’s two suns,

peaceful world

found

 

This is a tilus series in response to Jane Dougherty’s poetry challenge. The prompt was the above painting by Franz Marc.

A tilus is composed of 10 syllables altogether: 6 for the first line, 3 for the second, and 1 for the third. I found this form very difficult to write. I’ve put together a series to tell a story because I really wondered about those blue horses, and I couldn’t tell their story in 10 syllables.