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.
I am so thrilled about your poetry. It was a tough job to only pick one poem this week. Your Haiga poetry is outstanding and I am always drawn to the images and their messages. You are all amazing poets in my book! ❤ ❤ ❤
Each week, I like to highlight a poet who I call the Poet of the Week, who has shared an exceptional message, or shown an 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 Violet Lentz and her poem, “Teacher,” a Haibun Haiku that took my breath away! I love poetry that shares a message or lesson about life. I don’t know much about Violet, but her blog says it all: Thru Violet’s Lentz.
I love the intimacy of Haibun poetry. It feels like you’ve read someone’s diary. That connectedness to the poet is rather divine as if you have stepped inside their mind and have the ability to see through their eyes. Not all Haibun contain a lesson or miraculous discovery, but when they do, it’s like receiving a gift.
“It is then that I realize, I lack their singleness of vision. I am so busyViolet Lentz
struggling to have it all, I have nothing.”
That particular acknowledgment ties this entire piece together. The location, the oneness of the dogs, all of these word images contribute to that single thought! It is an experience that brings the reader to a mindful spot of contemplation. Brilliant!
The Haiku at the end talks about feelings more than nature. However, the “…icy arctic air…” is considered to be a seasonal word phrase called kigo. (Shadowpoetry.com shares more about kigo). If you use Kigo in your Haiku it one way to differentiate from Senryu.
"Teacher" #Haibun #Haiku
I go for the Aurora Borealis. I think witnessing such grandeur will
infuse color into this black and white existence I have called a life for
way too long. I am not prepared to lose my heart to a bunch of mixed
breed dogs tethered on 12 foot chains, overlooking little wooden
houses, encircled by hard packed yellow snow.
As the sled pulls into the kennel, the tethered dogs oneness of vision is
glaringly evident. They howl and dance and run and jest, “Pick me!
Pick me!” they cry out- as a lump forms in my throat, and tears come-
I feel their lust.
It is then that I realize, I lack their singleness of vision. I am so busy
struggling to have it all, I have nothing.
As I settle into the sled, and feel the magnificence that is attained by the
singular vision of ten mixed breed dogs pulling together, I know,
alas- I have found my teacher.
Icy arctic air
alone, cannot obscure what
I have come to learn.
HERE’S WHO JOINED US LAST WEEK Using Synonyms for Meaning & Passion
ORDER: title, type of poem, followed with the name of the poet, and the link back to their post, and the poem.
Mr Frowning Tree, #Haiku/Tanka
An expressive face
Full of such feeling
Carved in wood. I pause.
Mr Frowning Tree,
Stops me on my way to work,
With his cheeky frown,
Little devil what a tease,
I doubt he’s really that sad!
Marje @ Kyrosmagica
Ben's weekly poem #Senryu
Our joint desire
Heartfelt union of a pulse
Definition - love.
Ben, Munro buddy and budding dog-poet
And it can be overcome
The message is clear
See the source of suffering
Follow the path to freedom
John W. Leys
One's fortune should not be chains of gold
nor glittering diamonds or a
jewel encrusted chalice,
But rather sweet desire's
nuance on rose lips
a luscious potion
Linda Lee Lyberg
An unnatural death, #Tanka
His excessive zeal
For all life had to offer
We missed its significance
Until the drugs stopped him dead
My Everyday Valentine, #Tanka
Our love made no sense
But your kiss was medicine
Now you own my heart
Your warmth was what I needed
Your lips deserve my kisses
Thirsty Words, a #Shadorma, a #Cinquain, and a #Senryu
I'd lost words
But with keen intent
In each breath,
Paroxysms of purpose
Direct gusts of wind,
Form and feeling,
Gaging, voicing, signing,
Gist in sagacity’s ardour
I dare not end this
Sentence for thirst of its sense
Until breathless still.
Secrets - #Senryu
My heart beats so fast
What ignites this keen craving?
Your hidden secrets?
Let me uncover
The essence of your power
And relish in it.
By gaining your trust,
I become vulnerable,
Naked, and open.
My heart beats so fast.
What ignites this keen craving?
My spilled secrets?
Waiting for the fire, #Etheree
At the wind’s mercy, we watch the clouds pass,
from the east with Siberian chill,
the north with Arctic snow and ice.
Birds, essence of misery
hunch on still-black boughs, rain-
wet and stark, waiting
for the sun’s
Equalize Her, #Etheree
Thought too much
Opinions of her
It meant the world to
Be liked in spite of flaws
Then, one day, she realized
Everyone had flaws of their own
There was plenty to like about them
She learned how not to care what other’s thought
©2019 Annette Rochelle Aben
"Sweet Bliss,' #Etheree
Of love’s true heart
A beating rhythm
Racing to a frenzy
Until the excitement ebbs
Leaving us spent in a sweet bliss
And the moment lingers quietly
As we lie safely in each other’s arms
First and last, #Double #Nonet
Fall in love for the very first time
Prey to romantic fantasy
Crucifixion of the heart
Hopes are raised and blighted
No longer grasping
Giving, not possessing
The heart flies free of its cage
Joy becomes the essence of life
When you learn to love for the last time
What is this lust for blood in debate,
this need for vile retribution,
love for self, and not for man?
Differences be damned.
Brotherhood is key.
That we should think
Ken Gierke / rivrvlogr
Much more than a hint
Showing my feelings for you
Will you marry me?
Just a Wish, #Haiga
Love Story - A Tanka
no explaning this
deliberate attraction -
am still being pursued
through the autumn of our years,
precious gift, ardor unmatched
Thrive In War #Senryu
Words Cannot Define,
My Intense Ardour For War.
In Battles I Thrive…
the dark netizen
Tanka Tuesday #123, #Shadorma
we are the
essence of longing,
for hints that we are worthy
of love’s ecstasy
your soul captured
lust vanquished by warmth
substance, value, drift in
pure spirit emotion takes hold
senses high, fire all cylinders
love is firm footsteps on solid ground
love is time, motion, fair winds at your back...
clouds with furied
winds—far away you drive
distances, all bearings lost–
here alone, I wish for headwinds
to turn your wheels around—back to me
Ebbing and surging waves,
An allusion to unlit zest,
Reasons for the Seasons #Haibun
How boring life would be without those famous candy hearts on
Valentine's Day, thank you, Saint Valentine, for your message of love.
Who doesn't enjoy that green beer on St. Patricks Day,
♫ It's not easy being green ♫ ♫ ♪; tell that to AOC.
The warmth of Spring brings Easter, a new bonnet and basket full of
colored eggs, bunnies; peeps too! The Lord has Risen proving He,
Jesus Christ, IS God. Ah! Easter, God, is good.
Merry and joy, lights, decorations are here. Its Christmas, His
Birthday and yet, we get all the presents. Just think if He never came
to us, no reason as they say, for the season.
Any of the Seasons!
Powerful is God
We delight—remember all
Believers or not
reach out and touch
one another's souls
with open heart and mind
it draws them into a place
that brings their lives significance
with mutual empowerment and grace
enough to sustain their desire through life
Ubuntu, #Haibun #Shadorma
It’s Valentine’s Day and you’re either in love with the day or you’re a
Me? I’m an introvert. Specifically, an ISTJ. That T…it’s the thinking
component. The long and short of it is that I tend to be more rational
than emotional. And to an outsider, I’m often misunderstood. I’ve been
accused of being cold, uncaring, distant, and unapproachable. And
truth be told, romance isn’t my forte. So Valentine’s Day? Eh.
But here’s the thing about us introverts…this one in particular…this
analytical, goal-oriented, dependable, and overly direct human is a
soul that loves deeply, is fiercely loyal, and will fight to the death for
her people. All day, every day.
millions of people
all with dreams, seeking purpose
Magical Protection #Haiga #Senryu
Tanka Tuesday #Tanka
True desire for life
It consumes like a fire
Urging the senses
To devour and embrace
Lust for the definition.
Willow Dot 21
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