Colleen’s 2019 #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge Recap No. 128, #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.
By the way, in my search to display your poetry the best way I could, I’ve tried every theme I could find searching for a way to make this recap easier to read. The verse block in the new editor is what it is… The separator is horrible too, so I made my own. Hopefully, this is more visually pleasing.
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.
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 FREE PDF in January 2020.
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.
This challenge was the most “challenging” for me as it became almost impossible to choose only one poem as my favorite. I love Spring and it didn’t take me long to see that all of you marvelous poets loved it too. But, some of you used synonyms different from springtime which made my choices more difficult.
This week, I’ve chosen Elizabeth, from her blog, Tea & Paper as the Poet of the Week. Her Haiga poem is quite clever and I loved her her choice of words. I love the simplicity of the robin and the way she displayed the words, as if the bird is tweeting the verse.
HERE’S WHO JOINED US LAST WEEK FOR THE POETRY CHALLENGE USING SYNONYMS FOR “Spring & Sing”
ORDER: title, type of poem, followed with the name of the poet, and the link back to their post, and the poem.
Life leaps, #Butterfly #Cinquain by Jane Dougherty
with bird warble
full-throated and lusty
from grass root to echoing sky
and speckled with loud skeins of geese
leaf-burst follows blossom
Season’s Joy, #Shadorma, by Willowdot21
New and fresh I bounce
Like my heart
A chorus for this season
Jump high voice my joy
“Return of Warmth”, #tanka, #haibun by Trent McDonald
I turn on the radio and a sappy song comes out, reminding us of the
old sayings about the time of year being the time of love. I hum along, but I’m
not convinced. I think of you and the emotion gushes out. No, it isn’t the new
green leaves that do it, it is that special smile.
The voice purrs the song
The season of renewal
Our thoughts turn to love
My heart leaps, croons not for May
The well overflows for you
Singing Bird, #Senryu by TheMiniTroubadoura
Knowledge bounds forth cause,
Inmates on lockdown, cept for
The crooning bird’s cell
After her Senryu, Ursula wrote: "Snitches get stitches…"
Dawn, #Haiga by Elizabeth
whistling the good news
bouncing high from branch to branch
the dreams are dawning
“Dawn,” #Tanka by Ritu
A beautiful dawn
I can hear the bird's chorus
The sun is shining
A perfect start to the day
Bringing a bounce to my step
“Worms,” #Haiga #Senryu By Ethan Dale Eagar
a call bluffing wild
worms inching a creepy dive
bound for her apple
Twitter #Double #Etheree by Sue Vincent
A leap of faith
The world takes a breath
Standing on summer's brink
Small voices poised untested
Rehearse a vernal orison
A chorus of anticipation
Tweeting in exuberant harmony
A riotous celebration of hope
Emerging from the frozen shadows
Child of cold winter's marriage bed
Cherry blossom candy floss
Carnival of colour
Through cracks in concrete
And barren fields
She of Many Talents, #Tanka by Annette Rochelle Aben
She commands the crowd
Blending more bounce to the ounce
With a golden voice
She performs those risqué tunes
Shaking her ample booty
Silent Psalm: A #TankaTuesday #TankaProse by Frank J. Tassone
the ultimate sunlight from
winter’s last day
how long before we embrace
the warmth of the new season?
My first characters wore the faces of Hanna Barbara and Terrytoons
Animation creations. Others bore the likeness of those from Tolkien, Greek
mythology, DC and Marvel Comics, and Dungeons and Dragons. Derivative
as they were, these characters and their stories still emerged from that
persistent, silent hum that flows like an underground river
Through my earliest alternating rhymes, and primitive sonnets, to the
imagistic free verse that brought me to haikai’s shore, I wrote whatever
strains I could discern from that persistent, silent hum.
My career in education often conflicted with, sometimes complemented,
and at times even inspired, my vocation as a writer. Nevertheless,
however faintly, I listen to this persistent, silent hum.
Basho called his the way of poetry. Shall I refer to mine as the rhythm of
the silent psalm? Whatever the name, this persistent, silent hum
And so must !!
the rustle of leaves
how to bear witness
to nature’s serenade
in every season
Cultists, #Senryu by the dark netizen
The Blood Cultists Chant.
The Demon Vaults Out Of Hell,
Heeding Their Summons…
Winter’s Gone, #Haiku by Jewel Ingalls
Smell the budding blooms
Slight breeze, but warmth on my face
Birds' chorus begins
A Shoutout to Spring—First Day, #Tanka by myforever77
Little bits of life
Surge forward awaken from
That cold Winter sleep
Wipe the twinkle from your realm
All shoutout the beauty wrought
The Footsteps of my Ancestors, #Haibun by Sally Cronin
Barefoot I walk the sands of time. A bounce in my step as the earth’s
energy rises through the soles of my feet. I am connected to the layers that
form the strata beneath me formed over millions of years. Through the debris of
those ancient times I sense the echo of other feet. Those of my ancestors
across the ages who have trekked this earth from continent to continent.
Crossing icy wastelands and mountain ranges, to this place where I walk in
their footsteps. The wind that accompanied them on their journey,
serenades me as I draw strength from hallowed ground.
Earth as we know it
was formed by the drifting sand
and nomadic tribes
Serenade to the Kiwi, #Triple #Shadorma by H. R. R. Gorman
Day breaks bright
While they serenade
Do you fear
Foreign gods more than your own?
Can thoughts and prayers save?
Man with gun and hate
Because their songs upset him.
Does your god not care?
Deity now smiles
At this shame?
So I cry
Out thoughts and prayers to save me
From man’s cruelty.
“Chorus,” #Shadorma by Donna Matthews
eager to please us
your white show
serenading the blue sky
warm wind the chorus
“Vibrato”, #Tanka by Dorinda Duclos
Abounds, this vernal season
To permeate the warm air
A vibrato in nature
Vernal Equinox #Tanka by Kat
swells with new life, emerging
seed to root to shoot
to bloom, serenaded by
bird trills and honey bee hums
Surrealistic Spring, #Haibun by Merril D. Smith
Yesterday morning, the almost full moon set in a glowing, misty
haze. Birds chattered and scolded me just before dawn, the day
of the vernal equinox. Today, I bring some of the Purim Hamantaschen
I baked to my mom. Philadelphia is a smeary charcoal drawing—damp
and dreary. The day seems surreal. My mom is seeing birdcages.
As we leave, a sad clown, tall and silent, walks out of the lobby of her
building. We listen to news of mourning in New Zealand on the car radio.
But when we get home, I see the first daffodils blooming, bright
beacons in the gloom.
shimmery moon hums
songs float between here and there,
“Springtime,” #Double #Etheree by Vashti Quiroz-Vega
for the best spring ever
so into the cauldron go . . .
one lovely maiden's serenade,
a cup each of pink blossoms and buds,
a bunny's first hop, a fairy's giggle . . .
of sunny days,
a tablespoon of
a butterfly’s flutter,
the yellow of daffodils,
smiles of babies and their parents,
last but not least a quart of kindness,
and combine to make the best spring ever.
Life Lessons from Buddha, #Tanka by Marje @ Kyrosmagica
Buddha Teaches us
To develop good habits
Time to meditate
Ensconced by a sacred tree
While sweet birds serenade you.
Life Lessons from Cats, #Tanka by Marje @ Kyrosmagica
Bound about, stay curious,
Extol trying hard,
Do what’s right for you, RELAX….
Live, love, unconditionally.
Be determined, but have FUN.
“Whispers on the Wind”, #Etheree by Hélène – Willow Poetry
rise beyond darkness
golden dawn anoints world
today’s vibrant serenade
promenade into calm meadow
gathering as one the old and new
mother nature inseminate beauty
Ben’s new Munromobile #Tanka by Ben, Munro buddy and budding dog-poet
Bought near Pentland hills -
My rising star, shinning bright -
Like the promise of sunset
Or a boyant, joyous song.
“Synchronized Nature,” #Haibun by Miriam Hurdle
I woke up to a bright light outside the windows. The dry ground in the
garden invited me to take photos of the flowers and birds. I can count the
number of sunny days in the record-breaking wet winter. The bee attracting
clover flowers perform a graceful swaying on the slope below the cypress trees.
At the bottom of the slope, the plum trees are covered with budding
ready for pollination. Nature synchronizes the appearances. The warm sun
delights my sight and tickles the taste buds.
Busy buzzing bees
Dancing over the Blossoms
Bring tasteful plums
Nest Building, #Butterfly #Cinquain by Linda Lee Lyberg
perching on limb
warbling hello to dawn
plucks budding green shoots from the tree
creating a safe nesting place
for speckled eggs to hatch
“Rat,” # Shadorma by Violet Lentz
him a pardon if
he’d put the
his boss. Who in turn- BAM! put
the finger on him.
“The Song of Spring,” #Etheree by Holly Fister
What a noisy time, this awakening!
The moist earth hums a new melody:
robin hops with a cheerful chirp,
the tabby purrs in the sun,
squirrel chicks, her tail flicks,
children squeal with glee.
“Honoring the First Day of Spring,” A #Double Etheree by Colleen M. Chesebro
Goddess of Spring
who declares victory
over the cold of winter,
by bringing forth new life this day,
and returning the light from the dark
past of winter's inhospitable chill.
Exalt the Vernal Equinox on this
full moon night, with chanting and dancing
as we carry clay birds adorned
with brightly colored flowers
to bless our fields in your
All hail, Vesna
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