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.
First, before we begin, I want to thank all of my poetic friends for their continued support and all the lovely poetry that has been written this week. I’ve missed you all!
When I began this poetry challenge a few years ago, I did it with the intention of sharing my love for syllabic poetry. I had no idea that this challenge would prove to be so fulfilling for me and so many others. I want to thank you all for your participation and friendship. To belong to such a talented group of poets is beyond amazing! Thank you. <3
WordPress has not made it easy for me to share your poetry. Text didn’t want to center on images and it was frustrating to fight the editor. If your poem is double spaced or written in header fonts – each line becomes a separate block and must be worked with separately on this recap post. I don’t want to use the “verse” block because it doesn’t do well accommodating the Haibun prose. I had a hard time adding link-backs to your poetry, as well. At a minimum, it took two tries for each poem to get the editor to accept the link. As usual with WordPress, we are still a work in progress. <3
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 week, I’ve chosen MJ Mallon as the Poet of the Week with her Tanka, “Field of Bright Tulips.” Tanka poetry is one of my most favorite forms. Written in the first person, Tankas give the reader an intimate look at the poet’s thoughts, which MJ’s poem clearly did.
I also like the mental imagery of a field of tulips which could be a metaphor for anyone’s happy place. This is a great way to show and NOT tell.
“Fields of Bright Tulips,” by MJ Mallon
With every dawn
Inspiration finds a way
To bloom in choice words
Until exhausted, I dream
Fields of bright tulips.
© 2019 MJ Mallon
HERE’S WHO JOINED US LAST WEEK FOR THE POETRY CHALLENGE USING SYNONYMS FOR “Beginning & Consume.”
“Hurrying Human Tides,” #Cinquain by Vashti Quiroz-Vega
The Big Apple
Fast walkers devour streets
My leisurely Miami pace
“Tethered,” #Etheree by Violet Lentz
ate up by
cocktail, the pieces
of me I had always
accepted as missing, or
broken are forming a core. a
root system that seeks to tether me
to a life I was once ready to leave.
“Unfolding,” #Haibun #Haiku by D. Avery
I witnessed a bold emergence, a radicle reaching for earth; the primary root. It took hold, the hypocotyl unfolding, the cotyledons sloughing off the protective seed coat, the cotyledons’ energy expended as the embryonic leaves turned towards the sun. The sun was then devoured, absorbed, transmuted, until, miraculously, it took the form of a tree, in the spot where once I saw this bold emergence from a winged seed.
“#Haiku on Time,” by John W. Leys
Time devours all
From the roots to the branches
Nothing can escape
“Tanka Tuesday, #Tanka by Chelsea Ann Owens
My paper curls
‘Round rising action arc-lines
Too green, yet, to burn
Too fresh for first-part fires
They smolder, forever young.
“Beginning & Consume,” #Tanka by Jane Dougherty
rising sun consumes
tender shadows of the night
live-giver and taker lights
our beginning and our end
“Devourer Of Planets,” #Senryu by The Dark Netizen
Once I Start Eating,
I Don’t Stop Till I Devour
The Entire Planet…
“Preparations,” #Tanka by H. R. R. Gorman
My heart palpitates –
My work in its inception
Is long and risky.
My anxiety depletes,
But my success can restore.
“In the Beginning,” #Nonet by WillowDot21
When it all started there were just two
All sparkly, wonderful and new.
They had eyes for each other
Such joys to discover
Snake then wriggled in
Try this apple
It’s good, she
“Time”, #ethree, #double-ethree by Trent McDonald
So much hope!
The day unfolds
Now we have our chance
The future lies ahead
With a smile, we move forward
Knowing we have time to achieve
No worries since we are at the start
Fulfill our dreams in that infinite day
We have used up too much time already!
What, it can’t be past noon already….
We must hurry and finish up
Those grains of sand drain away
The clock devours the day
Where does the time go?
We just started!
No more time
“Waiting,” #Tanka by Sue Vincent
Summer devours spring
A passionate appetite
Fallen petals mourn
In the heart of yesterday
Tomorrow awaits its birth
“Melting Pot of Love,” #Triple-Shadorma by Linda Lee Lyberg
peace as the canvas
on which to
paint a fresh
new beginning of hope and
joy for all mankind
of unconditional love
flooding the planet
love is love is love
for sisters in all colors
melting pot of LOVE.
“Make-Believe,” #Tanka by Ethan Dale Eagar
Genesis of dreams
Is she really make-believe?
I tremble to think
Her cruel tricks devour me
“Fields of Bright Tulips,” #Tanka by MJ Mallon
With every dawn
Inspiration finds a way
To bloom in choice words
Until exhausted, I dream
Fields of bright tulips
“Queso,” #Tanka by Donna Matthews
you alone the source
of dietary delight
my stomach growling
eager taste buds sing your praise
anxious to devour queso
“Dawn,” #Etheree by Merril D. Smith
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–
“distances” #shadorma by Kerfe Roig
stand on the
threshold or vanish
wholly alive, everywhere
at once, endlessly
“Shero,” #Tanka by Annette Rochelle Aben
It took a moment
For the truth to DAWN on her
She was finally safe
She had not WASTED her time
She was just finding her strength
“Old Soldiers,” #Double-Etheree by Sally Cronin
place treasured medals
in velvet-lined cases
proud reminders of their youth
and the onset of the battle
when fear threatened to devour them
as comrades fell to the sand at their side
Many a tear will roll down wizened cheeks
now this anniversary has passed
and although khaki and merits
are returned to their boxes
the memories remain
etched upon their hearts
their minds and dreams
“Crossing the Bridge,” #TankaProse by Frank J. Tassone
and the threshold awaits
all the preparation
and still the fear
The bridge awaits. The River, so placid today, indifferently reflects the rising arc of the joined stones. I shudder before the threshold. The bystanders at my back stand their ground. This is my journey, to commence with my first step upon the stones.
What will I find on the other side? What will any of us? The bridge awaits, but I can wait no more.
The first step falls.
still morning air
another slice of life
crossing the ultimate
threshold, at last
“Now to Grow,” #Tanka by Robbie Cheadle
A decision made
releases my captive mind
initiating new growth
“Breaking Bonds,” #Tanka by Robbie Cheadle
may require breaking the bonds
that devour freedom
allowing for conception
of spirit releasing plans
“The Truth Will Set You Free,” #Double-Reverse-Etheree, by Debby Gies
It has been said – the truth will set us free
It hides in plain sight in silent voice
Our eyes divulge the unspoken
Peeking out behind our tears
Burning deep in our souls
Distorted by lies
Etched in hearts
Disguised in hate
Light not dark
Guides us to truth
Beckons ears to listen
No longer time for silence
Time to evolve and comprehend
Silence and hatred won’t save the world
Take heed, lest we’re devoured by untruth
“Beginning & Consume,” #Etheree by Ritu
Of the year
All I wanted
Was peace and quiet
They listened and left me
At first, I revelled in it
Then the loneliness slowly came
The silence ate away at my mind
I begged them to come back, but no one came
“Cosmic Messages,” A Haibun/Tanka by Colleen M. Chesebro
This morning, as the sun warmed my back, I gazed at the stark beauty of the Sonoran desert spread before me. Thick-trunked Saguaro cactus spread their arms to the sapphire sky as if showing gratitude for another day of being.
Verdant green Palo Verde trees filled with saffron blossoms waved to me in the breeze, welcoming me to my new home. I stood in awe, dumbfounded at how I had stumbled into my personal Shangri-la.
My moving quest dawned
with gnawing apprehension,
my plans doomed to fail.
Yet, the universe led me
to a rewarding finish.
In due course, I surmised, when the cosmos speak… it is always wise to listen. Welcome home.