Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 153 #SynonymsOnly


Hi! I’m glad to see you here. Are you ready to write some syllabic poetry?

Here are your two words for this week:

Grace & Style

HERE’S THE CATCH: You can’t use the prompt words! SYNONYMS ONLY! 

PLEASE support the other poets by visiting their blogs and leaving comments. Sharing each other’s work on social media is always nice too.

This challenge is for Haiku, Senryu, Haiga, Tanka, Haibun, Etheree, Nonet, Shadorma, and Cinquain poetry forms. Freestyle rhyming poetry is not part of this challenge. Thank you. <3

For Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, you can write your poem in one of the forms defined below. Click on the links to learn about each form:






CINQUAIN & the variations on Cinquain-Wikipedia 




Here are some great sites that will help you write your poetry and count syllables 

This site even has a link so you can install the extension on Google Chrome.

For Synonyms and Antonyms. When your word has too many syllables, find one that works.

Find out how many syllables each word has. I use this site to compose my poems. Click on the “Workshop” tab, then cut and paste your poetry into the box. Click the Count Syllables button on the button. This site does the hard work for you.

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I will publish the Tuesday prompt post at 12: 03 A.M. Mountain Standard Time (Phoenix, AZ).  That should give everyone time to see the prompt from around the world. The RECAP is published on Monday and will contain the poetry from the Poet of the Month and any Honorable Mentions.

You have one week to complete the Challenge with a deadline of Sunday, at 12:00 P.M. (Noon) Phoenix, AZ, U. S. A.

Follow the schedule listed below:

Let’s try something different. It would be great to see everyone’s poetry on one post. I’m trying to find a plugin that will help us with this issue. Stay tuned.

In the meantime…

Instead of a link-back, copy and paste your poem in the comments. This will work except for Haiga poetry. In that case, copy the link of your poem in the comments and let us know that it’s a Haiga.


Don't forget

As time allows, I will visit your blog, comment, and TWEET your POETRY. I have also been sharing some of your poetry on Facebook.

If you add these hashtags to your post TITLE on your blog (depending on which poetry form you use) your poetry may be viewed more often:

#Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma

You may copy the badge I have created to go with the Weekly Poetry Challenge Post and place it in your post. It’s not mandatory:

Have fun and write some poetry! Don’t forget to copy and paste your poem in the comments!


121 thoughts on “Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 153 #SynonymsOnly”

  1. Haibun: Marceline’s Stage Fright (

    Nowhere to turn but the now
    Moon is spotlighting

    After meeting with lobbyists from various advocacy groups all day, Princess Marceline attempted to sleep. Despite residing in the comfort of her castle, she was entangled in her sheets and unable to rest in her bed as she tossed and turned. In her dream, she was supposed to pitch several ideas and initiatives to help her country recover from the damage caused by war by presenting a speech in front of the people she served. Wearing a brilliant blue gown designed by fashion designer, Pierre, she marveled at the beauty of the intricate lacy French brocade near her wrists.

    She pulled the curtains aside and stepped forward out to the balcony. As her subjects’ eyes attentively stared back at her, Marceline’s typical poise was disturbed by her inability to speak. She suddenly remembered something that a dear friend once shared with her which elevated her spirit.

    “Surfing in crowds is like mind over matter. If I don’t mind it don’t matter.” -Brodus Rogers
    Her trembling was imperceptible from such a far distance, but she refused to be daunted by the anxiety of her temporary muteness. She drew in strength from her loyal, dedicated audience and smiled. She turned to her interpreter on the right and began performing sign language. The interpreter read her hands and began speaking into the mike and out to the crowd before her, “Thank you for coming out today. Contrary to a popular critic’s prediction that the crowd will not come out due to the cold and rain, it seems like today is quite the exception!” Marceline slowly felt the anxiety melt away as the crowd cheered in unison.

    Lucid dreams present
    A chance to change the outcome
    Dignity and charm

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  7. Hey Colleen! Here I have written a prose enveloped haibun. The theme of my poem is the sacred river Ganges that flows in India. In recent years, it has become the most polluted river in the world. I have tried to bring the issue into light through the poem. It’s a bit long haibun, so it would be difficult for the readers to read it completely here as I have explained the context at the end of the post. I would request you to please check it out through this link

      • Yea here I go!!

        Ganges at Six in the Morning

        6’O clock
        I and me, crossing the Ganges on a freight train, see the horizon enveloped in life. Indian women with their own elegance borrow water from the goddess. Men, after the holy dip, join their hands before the sun.

        Heart of India
        Lies in this stream, which spread and
        Sanctify their souls.

        I can see life and death at the same time. Bodies which no longer breathe, are being drown in it. Also, the bodies which breathe are drawing water to drink. But it’s difficult to find which body is alive and which one’s dead.

        Plastics, garbage, dance
        on surface, to enter bodies,
        Whether breathe or not.

        And now the river’s crossed. I look inside. The bodies beside mine have closed their eyes. Some are open, but are of no use. Their mouths are whispering to each other in their own fashion. Some talk of politics, some about the mythology. Oh! They also know the stories about the purity of Ganges. But…

        None of these stories
        Can sanctify the drops which
        Purify these mouths.

        Now I need to be ready, for my stoppage is arriving. I dare not call it my destination as it’s already decided. The sacred Ganges that I crossed is the ultimate end of this body. Like all of them, I also have to die before death. [“I’m a critic of left wing ideology.”
        “You’re right. They don’t respect the indian culture.”
        “By the way who will win the election this time. What do you think?”]
        And here comes my stoppage. Let’s meet new bodies, new eyes and new mouths.

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  10. Propriety be damned
    By Violet Lentz

    “If My Lady would indulge me.” He bows smartly at the waist, his pampered palm outstretched. Every rule of decency demands, I must elegantly accept.

    His spit shine and neatened whiskers a blatant effrontery of couth, as ill intention sweet as succor slips, past lewd lascivious lips.

    I smile through risen bile, endure his heated breath upon my nape. As stripped of everything but, title, all propriety be damned, I do as desperation dictates- and oblige- this deplorable ilk of man.

    dread of derision
    erases all decorum
    impropriety ensues

    I sure hope I am doing this right, Colleen. I haven’t participated in a while, and the posting rules have changed.

    Either way, It is my pleasure to be here again.

    • Wow! This is fabulous! We were trying to figure out a way that everyone could read the poetry on the challenge post without me having to do all the work on a recap. You still do a post, just copy the poem here too – which you did. <3

  11. Hi Colleen thank you for the lovely prompt.. it brought my mother to mind.. so I have written a double etheree and I have used ‘Embellish and Flair’ it will be on my blog tomorrow, but lovely and easy to cut and paste here for people to read too..

    Double Etheree – The Duchess by Sally Cronin

    did not
    her love of clothes.
    She would embellish
    the plainest of jackets,
    gracing her neck with silk scarves
    usually in shades of bright pink.
    A colour that she had adopted
    when a child as her signature palette.
    Her love of pink became legendary
    as did her fashion tips and advice.
    These included strict instructions
    in a letter when ninety,
    which jacket she would wear
    on her last journey.
    Rose pink of course.
    to the

    ©Sally Cronin

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