Colleen’s 2019 #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge Recap No. 120, “Storm & Cold,” #SynonymsOnly

Welcome to the Tanka Tuesday Poetry Recap featuring the work of poets from around the globe. If you would like to participate in this challenge, you can learn the rules in the menu item called Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Guidelines.

PLEASE NOTE: Don’t forget to count your syllables. Use this site: howmanysyllables.com. Click on the workshop tab. Then, copy and paste your poem into the box, and click “count syllables” at the bottom.

Each week, I like to highlight a poet who I call the Poet of the Week, who has shared an exceptional message, or shown impassioned creativity through words or form. Poetry is all about perception, so don’t be shocked if you don’t feel the same way about a poem that I do.

The Poet of the Week will be published in the 2019 Poet of the Week Anthology, which everyone will be able to grab as a PDF in January 2020.

This week, I’ve chosen Frank Tassone as the Poet of the Week, and his Haibun entitled “A Lycanthrope’s Confession.” This is a fabulous example of assuming a persona to write your poetry from a different perspective. (I’ll be doing a separate post about poetic personas later).

What makes Frank’s poem so powerful is how he tapped into the voice of a lycanthrope. His prose explains how difficult this person’s life is as a werewolf. I’m sure the Full Blood Wolf Moon inspired Frank to write this piece. Totally brilliant!

Just as you will find deep POV in fiction writing, you can also use the same literary device in your poetry. Assuming a persona gives you the opportunity to stretch your wings and express new feelings seen through the eyes of someone else.

Brush up on writing a Haibun HERE. It’s always written in the first person which gives an intimate feel to your writing as if you were sharing secrets. The more intimate your prose, the more compelling your message.

A Lycanthrope's Confession:  #TankaProse
 
Ask your question. Go on.

Ask how I could do it. How I could shed my own skin, forsake 
my species and run with the wolves. Ask how I could rage under 
a blood moon, an animal’s growl erupting from me like a 
long-restrained geyser.

Are you certain you want the answer?

Perhaps you can bear the utter indifference, as though a frigidity 
of the heart were no more than a winter’s turn of weather. 
Perhaps you can endure the cyclone of desolation such apathy 
brings. I cannot. I’ve shattered my heart too often against these 
endless droughts of compassion, including those for which I was 
culpable. I’ve turned such a polite, blind eye to the suffering in 
my midst. No more.

You can go on pretending. I shed my skin and embrace the wild. 
It’s the last compassion left untainted by hypocrisy.

There, you have your answer. Now, leave me to my hunt. I hear 
the howl of my brothers. The moon shines bright along the snowy 
trail. I go and join the hunt. Go and join your own.

blood moon
and the panicked eyes
of hunted deer
the desperate cry
of an untended child

Frank J. Tassone
Poet of the Week: Frank Tassone: Jan 22 – 27, 2019

HERE’S WHO JOINED US LAST WEEK FOR OUR 120th POETRY CHALLENGE USING SYNONYMS FOR

"Winter" #Tanka
Frigid winter day
A blizzard freezes my soul
Distant stares are harsh
An icy word from your mouth
Causes the tempest to rage

Trent P. McDonald
Table Scraps, Triple #Shadorma
Artic blue
Tempestuous moods
Kiss the moon
Bite the cat
Unbridled squalls of passion
Preclude all romance

Flesh’s slaves
Masticating sex
Subsist on
Table scraps
Luxuria unsated
E’er tightens grasp

Undaunted
By obsession strapped
Moon wrought tool
Feline snatch
Allow just enough drag- to
Remain drugged, along.

Violet Lentz
"Undaunted" #Cinquain

Frozen
these bleak meadows
tempest-beaten and cowed
songbirds by the house still chirrup
gaily.

Jane Doughtery
"Yesterday's Catch" #Tanka
Where I am concerned,
‘A whirlwind of apathy’
best describes your heart.
And you? A limp, oily carp,
yesterday’s catch thrown back. 

The Abject Muse
"A Winter Storm" #Haiku

a winter tempest
snow cascades in whisps of white
brings low temperatures

abbiejohnsontaylor
"Stygian White" #Etheree

Thatched
Old roof
Bathed in pools
Of cloud’s sad gift
Vexing sullen shack
Who trembles holding back
To spite the stygian white
Marred branches of uneven size
Four frail panes worrying one weak latch
Windows of danger close nigh the rain’s pass

Ethan Dale Eagar
"Meal Deal" #Etheree

The
Neighbors
Locked their doors
They could feel the
Disturbance growing
Children everywhere froze
Staring at their plates blankly
It was a fate far worse than death
Strapped in high chairs, there was no escape
Mothers made them eat their vegetables

©2019 Annette Rochelle Aben 
A Lycanthrope's Confession:  #TankaProse 
Ask your question. Go on.

Ask how I could do it. How I could shed my own skin, forsake
my species and run with the wolves. Ask how I could rage under
a blood moon, an animal’s growl erupting from me like a
long-restrained geyser.

Are you certain you want the answer?

Perhaps you can bear the utter indifference, as though a frigidity
of the heart were no more than a winter’s turn of weather.
Perhaps you can endure the cyclone of desolation such apathy
brings. I cannot. I’ve shattered my heart too often against these
endless droughts of compassion, including those for which I was
culpable. I’ve turned such a polite, blind eye to the suffering in
my midst. No more.

You can go on pretending. I shed my skin and embrace the wild.
It’s the last compassion left untainted by hypocrisy.

There, you have your answer. Now, leave me to my hunt. I hear
the howl of my brothers. The moon shines bright along the snowy
trail. I go and join the hunt. Go and join your own.

blood moon
and the panicked eyes
of hunted deer
the desperate cry
of an untended child

Frank J. Tassone
"Freezing and Tempest" #Butterfly #Cinquain
Freezing
the wind strips bare
branches of stubborn leaves
and now naked trees stand forlorn
waiting
for magical buds to appear
when the tempest has passed
and sun returns
to warm

©sally cronin 2019
"Deluge" #Tanka
Frigid shivers soothe
The one who only knows heat
Bring torrents of rain,
screams the parched earth. In pain,
we find solace in downpours

minitroubadoura
"Frozen" #Etheree
I
Hear sound
Sharp cutting
Rampaging
My fear lay frozen
I could not speak nor move
A cold hand held my soul still
I rage, I fuel my anger
How did I fall into this dark trap?
Inside I smoulder, waiting to cut free...

Anita Dawes
"No warmth in this sun" # Nonet
There is no warmth in this winter sun
covered in a blanket of grey
as pale as melted butter
bleak as unmelted ice.
Yet the birds still fly
across their sky;
tempest-tossed
they sing
spring.

Jane Doughtery
"Without Maelstrom Within," #CrownCinquain
Contempt
With wintertime
And glaciated nature
Foments frustration, misery,
Anguish.

Snowfall:
Quiet prison.
Electric lighting dies.
Crackling fireplace thwarts darkness’s
Power.

Burning
Logs disappear.
Crescive inner maelstrom
Assembles monsters in shadows.
Scared.

Escape
Winter’s fury!
Frostbitten fingers, toes.
Neighbor’s candlelight so cruelly…
Distant.

Contempt
Quiet prison
Crescive inner maelstrom
Only forgiveness comforts the
Distant.

H.R.R. Gorman
"Mountain pass," #Tanka
Over silent hills
once green, now crystal shrouded
spires, stand silently,
through these frozen pyramids
a playful tempest shrieking

Bobby Fairfield
"Trapped," #Haiku
Frosty Blizzard Blows,
Traps Twelve Travelers In Inn.
Get Killed One By One…

The Dark Netizen
"Raw," #Nonet
Such disturbance, I have never felt
Penetrating, my inner thoughts
Festering, this wound, bleeding
Revealing, my self-doubt
Seizing, the moment
Until at last
Defeated
I am
Raw

Dorinda Duclos
Cold & Storm #Etheree
Snow
Silent
Covering
All in silence
The tempest arrives
Freezing, chilling the ground
Squalls whipping up banks of
white
Blizzards persists temperatures
Dropping fast like falling mercury
Noses grow red tingling fingers and toes.

Willow Dot21
Cold & Storm #Shadorma
I’m grateful
on these two-dog nights
for a bed
and two dogs
who warm me while the tempest
rages on

Kat Myrman
Frigid & Blizzard - #Tanka
A frigid north wind 
My breath fogs the frosted glass
When will he return?
He promised he'd be home soon
Love ending - the blizzard wins

Jan Sikes
Bare, #Butterfly #CinquainPoetry
Waning
cold blood wolf moon
frozen in pewter sky
blast of frosty air whistles through
bare trees
shedding last withered crackling leaves
churning above dirt path
swirling umber
cyclone

Linda Lee Lyberg
Life's noose - #Tanka
Dispassionate eyes
Watching as life's noose tightens
Around my frail neck
Raging against the system
Only causes further pain

Robbie Cheadle
Heavy Snow, #Tanka
 Dark clouds loom above
Arctic gusts sting the landscape
Heavy snow descends
The sky’s weight an enclosure
Burying like mounting sand

Jason A. Muckley
 “stran. ded.” #Senryu
should have. cut. the tags.

off. the new. coat. in closet.

freezing. blizzard. now.


Holly Fister
"Mountains of Snow" #Cinquain
blizzard
severe, glacial
swirling, blowing, piercing
mountains of snow chills to the bone
tempest

Hélène - Willow Poetry
Storm & Cold, #Butterfly #CinquainPoetry
Bitter
Eastern winds blow
My breath is frozen fast
Sharp thoughts flare, calling from my past
Answer
I recall her face on dark glass
A love from many lifetimes
She stands waiting
Time lost

Anita Dawes
Storm & Cold, #Senryu
Sharp frosted feelings
Burn, smoulder, with rage, life cold
Cutting through my heart…

Anita Dawes
"Raw" #Nonet
Such disturbance, I have never felt
Penetrating, my inner thoughts
Festering, this wound, bleeding
Revealing, my self-doubt
Seizing, the moment
Until at last
Defeated
I am
Raw

Dorinda Duclos
Intact, #Cinquain
Silent
Frigid embers
Shattered by wild tempest
Preserved stories of yesteryear
Intact

Ponnz ~ The Swan Song
He Said, She Said, #Tanka
One Mistaken word
One unfortunate email,
A tempest of tears. 
A chill divides and conquers,
Until tenderness visits.

Reflections by Gwen M. Plano
amidst a fierce and wandering tempest, #haiku
ancient roots murmur
beneath frosted clouds of trees--
wind bursts into song

Kerfe Roig
Season of Love, #Tanka
A chilly simper
A kiss that tastes like snake oil
A lovers' quarrel
A wintry tempest threatens
Stop––it's warmer together 

Vashti Quiroz Vega
Lone Star, #Etheree
Seer
Lone star
Stargazer
Eyes of insight
Ether opens veil
Channeling images
Civilization forewarned
Whispers of upheaval written
Crisp clarity of events shifting
Hidden in dark patterns of history

Olga
My sun,  #Haiku
Barren trees freezing
Good words from one who matter;
One sun to warm all

Pratibha
Reign of Pride, #Haibun #Nonet
Thundershowers

The raindrops flow in rivers down the window pane, and I imagine
them intersecting with the memories from another day. Looking
through the glass, the outside world is distorted through the long
water phalanges like streams...distorted like the conversation. 
My thoughts hijacked by the perceived slight.  The harsh, uncaring
attitude. 

I watch the treetops swaying in the front moving through;
 cooler air today, and I imagine my emotions in the same frosty
dance.  Where are the birds this winter morning? Hunkered down
like my soul. Withdrawn and sullen...waiting for the thundershower
to pass. 

Watching the rain fall, I feel a similar soaking... a reign of
pride descend over me. Pouring into my mind in a fury of demand
and obstinance.  What will I do?  Will this twister of self-righteousness
consume me or will I forgive? The cost of holding on is high.  The
demands of love greater.

Be steadfast in your daily actions
Beware the reign of pridefulness
Blustery ego demands
Pouring into my thoughts
Destructive actions
Humility
forgotten
Rapport
lost

Donna Matthews
Shadow Man, #Nonet
Glacial,
He stands clutching lies,
A tempest,
Shadow man,
My power inflames brightly,
Longing to soar free.

Marje @ Kyrosmagica
Frozen #Tanka
frozen encounter
blizzard of words creates drifts
emotions retreat
my thoughts sculptured icicles
defrost with global warming

Carole

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38 thoughts on “Colleen’s 2019 #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge Recap No. 120, “Storm & Cold,” #SynonymsOnly

  1. Wow, Colleen. So many chilling poems. I have goosebumps. What a great response to your prompts. Frank’s poem is wonderful. I loved the perspective and emotion and the last lines of the tanka make me want to shriek! I have to go lock my doors and windows now. Great job. 🙂

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