Colleen’s 2019 #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge Recap No. 133, #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.

Join US every Tuesday!

I like to keep everyone informed on the challenge and recap post. Just so you know, I’m still having difficulties adding the links to your blogs on the recap. It usually takes two or more times to get the link to connect to your names. I’ve tried different browsers, cleared my cache, and it still continues. I’m thinking about not adding the links in the future. Afterall, most of you link your posts in the comments section of the challenge post. So, please ONLY link to the challenge post, not to the pages that describe how to do the different poetry forms. NO one will find your link. ❤

In addition, I’m finding that when I visit your blogs, it says that I’m not following you! I have no idea what that is about. If you participate in this challenge, I follow you, unless this is more technical difficulties from WP. So MUCH fun!

POETRY NEWS: Poetry Contests & Journal Submissions

Currently, UHTS is accepting poetry for the Autumn Issue of the Cattails Journal. Submissions for Autumn/ October issue open 1st July (midnight) GMT and close 15th August (midnight) GMT. 
Read the submission requirements: HERE. You can view the journal HERE. READ the UHTS poetry definitions that are acceptable for submission HERE.

UHTS also is sponsoring the “Fleeting Words” Tanka Competition. Submission Period and Deadline: May 1-August 15 of each year. There is a 10 poem limit on the number of submissions. If more than 10 poems are submitted, only the first 10 poems will be entered. Entries must be the original work of the author, be previously unpublished and not under consideration elsewhere for the entire time period it takes to complete the judging. Click HERE for submission requirements and read carefully to find the current competition.

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.

Poet of the Week: Robbie Cheadle June 25th – June 30th, 2019

This week, I’ve chosen Robbie Cheadle as the Poet of the Week. Both of her Tanka poem’s hit the spot for me. And, since there is a Tanka contest listed above, it makes sense to share a few as examples.

Tanka are written in the first person and express the thoughts of the poet. The third line is often called “the pivot” which indicates a turning point in the meaning. The pivot helps to tell a complete story in five lines and 31 syllables.

"Don’t do it"

Do you believe in
conspiracy theories?
Don’t exhaust your mind
seeking out hidden agendas
and proving the negatives

"A gift"

When given a gift
don’t diminish its value
by looking for more
than the giver intended
ignoring its true meaning

This week’s Honorable mention go to Frank Tassone and his poem, “An Epiphanal Invitation. The Tanka poems highlight his prose as they cause the reader to pause for a moment. As a reader, you get the connection as new incite into his words are gained from the addition of the Tanka.

HERE’S WHO JOINED US LAST WEEK FOR THE POETRY CHALLENGE USING SYNONYMS FOR “Plan & Spend”

ORDER: title, type of poem, followed with the name of the poet, and the link back to their post, and the poem.


“Riddles,” Triple #Cinquain by Kerfe Roig

What grows
invisible
and fills every corner–
what erases and then measures
the time?

What comes
gushing out of
open veins, cascading–
what removes and then replaces 
the cut?

What is
hidden until
it has always been there–
what rearranges memory
as light?

***

“Stars,” #Tanka by Jane Dougherty

no time that passes
eyes fixed upon heaven’s map 
or downcast to read
ancient words will change the fact
that only stars crowd the sky

***

“Eternal,” Double #Nonet by Elizabeth

Dreams suspended in the split moment
The breathe hoping for the magic 
Infinity blue passion
Waves bringing and taking
Lost between the thoughts
Soft sand and wind
Wandering
Being
Time
Healing
Letting go
The heaviness
Fences of the past
Always suffocating 
Wasted questions and answers
The lavish of infinity
Eternal link between earth and sky

***

“Blueprint for Purchase Foiled” #Tanka by Trent

I can organize
Use all my money on you
Plot all that I want
I find the Beatles were right
No design can buy your love

***

“Proposal,” #Senryu by Ritu Bhathal

Lavishing my love
With a proposal so rare
He cannot say no

***

“Sidewalk Brawl,” #Tanka by Pat

between two sparrows
a tumbling-mid-air-to-ground
brawl, a ruckus ploy

depleted, one pulls way back-
entranced, horn rouse me from wonder

***

“Blueprints,” #Cinquain by H. R. R. Gorman

Blueprints –
Incomplete dreams
Weigh heavy, lingering,
Until savings are devoted.
Mission.

***

“I, Supervillain,” by The Dark Netizen

I Pass My Days By
Plotting Evil Schemes, Yet Lose
To Pesky Heroes…

***

“My Earthly Bond,” #Tanka by Dorinda Duclos

Without intention,

My cause, will merely stagnate.

As others deplete,

I must rise above, strengthen,

The bond I have, with my Earth.

***

“An Epiphanal Invitation,” #TankaProse by Frank J. Tassone

summer heat

sapping all of my fresh

intimate designs

the film of sweat lingers

on the back of my neck

Another summer vacation dawns. I begin the first evening of it in solitude. Frank plays for his high school’s graduation, which he, himself, will partake into years. Mira attends a Chi Gong class.

I savor the drone of evening traffic, the last singsong calls of rival birds, the hum of neighbors’ air conditioners. I imbibe the varying verdant shades of the backyard: Maple, pine, crabgrass. They all vie to become the flavor my eyes remember.

“I was oppressed by the velvety emptiness of the word and swathes of soft grass.”

Laurie Lee

But Something is here. Something pulses against my own determination to ignore it. A presence insists on acknowledgement, communion, being experienced. It exudes from the verdancy and the cacophonies occurring within this moment. And yet, I can barely hear it’s soft murmuring. It is gentle, and patience. It can wait.

Do I dare open myself up? With what story, what song, will I then incarnate this conjoining? Can I live with never being the same thereafter?

the energy

to expend transcending

my own limits

I listen for that murmur

within the wind

***

“The Magpie’s Prize,” Double #Etheree by Sally Cronin

It
was not
the intent
of the magpie,
to squander away
the opportunity
to steal the shiny bauble
that was displayed so temptingly
on the sill of the open window,
permitting spring air and thieves to enter.
The bird cared not of the significance
of this pretty locket and its chain,
nor the sadness its theft would bring
to its elderly owner.
It only saw glitter
not faces within
of a love lost.
Down it flew
for his
prize.

***

“Father & Son,” #Tanka by Willowdot21

I intend to stay
And while away this short day
In your company
I aspire to be happy
It’s my design to pass time.

***

“Time to Strategize,” #Haiku by Donna Matthews

come, let’s strategize
it’s time to splurge on bird seed
prepare for winter

***

 “Glass Castle” #Reverse Nonet by Violet Lentz

Very
much a
prisoner
in a castle
made of glass, founded
on the silt and sand of a
contrived, filtered past. Run through
by a pebble, of well placed truth,
web of lies becomes, a hangman’s noose…

***

“Shadows of Thoughts,” Double #Shadorma by Linda Lee Lyberg

Squander not
precious words and minds
ideas
are shadows
of thoughts seeking and drifting 
into splendid light

Luminous
colors of fire dance
brilliant mind
romancing
melodic syllables sing
music to poets

***

“Narcissist,” #Nonet by Vashti Quiroz-Vega

You made me doubt my own sanity

with your consuming gas-lighting.

I am tired of your methods.

I spent my entire life

trying to please you.

A person with

a twisted

disease.

Sad.

***

“Crossroad,” Tanka by Miriam Hurdle

Travel from afar

Crossroad fast approaching

No choice not to choose

Courage needed to decide

To risk promise of unknown

***

“Wonder in Rainbowed Worlds,” #Cinquain by Merril D. Smith

Wonder

as bright stars fill

night sky without design,

arranged by chance, dancing light sings

through time

~~~

find peace

in prismed glow

sparking within your soul–

rainbowed worlds where blue ponies graze,

content

***

“Balls for Ben,” #Senryu by Ben, the Dog Poet

Only one project
Lots more tennis balls for Ben
OH, joyous purchase.

***

“The Border,” #Haibun #Tanka by Debby Gies

My heart aches for the pain and suffering, and loss of life. What remains etched in my mind are the senseless deaths of many fleeing the only homes they’ve ever known, in hopes of asylum – only to find there isn’t any.

Beware the border

A failing system of hope

Yearning for freedom

Human life squandered in search

Where hopes and dreams go to die.

***

“Plan & Spend,” #Etheree by Anita Dawes

Plot

Each move

Like a game

Lay out pieces

Invest in myself

Employ the best methods

thoughts flood my mind thick and fast

Plans by mice and men, not this time

I tune into a higher power

ready to blow my investors’ minds…

***

“Plan & Spend,” Double #Tanka by Robbie Cheadle

Don’t do it

Do you believe in

conspiracy theories?

Don’t exhaust your mind

seeking out hidden agendas

and proving the negatives

***

A gift

When given a gift

don’t diminish its value

by looking for more

than the giver intended

ignoring its true meaning

***

Are you looking for more writing/poetry/photography challenges?

H.R.R. Gorman has created a comprehensive list on his blog. Click HERE to learn more. ❤

Thanks for reading and sharing. See you tomorrow for the new challenge. ❤

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.

Join us every Tuesday for Tanka Tuesday!

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.

Elizabeth, Poet of the Week – Mar 19 – Mar 24, 2019
CONGRATULATIONS!

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

Life leaps 
with bird warble 
full-throated and lusty 
from grass root to echoing sky 
clouded 
and speckled with loud skeins of geese 
leaf-burst follows blossom 
falling—petals
scattered.

***

Season’s Joy, #Shadorma, by Willowdot21

Life abounds
New and fresh I bounce
Birds chirrup
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

Sap
Rising
Promising
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
Affirming
Renewed
Joy

***

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

vernal equinox
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 me.

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
carries on.

And so must !!
ripples
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
Foreign god.
Do you fear
Foreign gods more than your own?
Can thoughts and prayers save?

A cruel
Man with gun and hate
Denied them
Mortal coil
Because their songs upset him.
Does your god not care?

What cruel
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

bursting wide
eager to please us
your white show
reaching up
serenading the blue sky
warm wind the chorus

***

“Vibrato”, #Tanka by Dorinda Duclos

Robin’s resilience
Abounds, this vernal season 
Allowing warbles
To permeate the warm air
A vibrato in nature

***

Vernal Equinox #Tanka by Kat

vernal equinox

primordial ooze
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,
mockingbird echoes

***

“Springtime,” #Double #Etheree by Vashti Quiroz-Vega

I'm
brewing
the perfect
combination 
of ingredients 
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 . . .
love,
more love,
and plenty
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

 roots
awake
tender shoots
yesterday’s seeds
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 -
Tanka-Kangoo beams.
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

Sparrow
perching on limb
warbling hello to dawn
plucks budding green shoots from the tree
happy
creating a safe nesting place
for speckled eggs to hatch
feeding nestlings
fat worms

***

“Rat,” # Shadorma by Violet Lentz

They promised
him a pardon if
he’d put the
finger on
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.

Creation chants

joyfully.

Lift your

voice!


***

“Honoring the First Day of Spring,” A #Double Etheree by Colleen M. Chesebro

Praise
Vesna
the Slavic
Goddess of Spring
and fertility,
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
ethereal glow.
All hail, Vesna
The patron
of new
life.

***

For all your hard work. Stay tuned for tomorrow’s new challenge. ❤

Are you looking for more writing/poetry/photography challenges?

H.R.R. Gorman has created a comprehensive list on his blog. Click HERE to learn more. ❤

“The Wild Hunt,” A Nonet Poem

This week, I’m adding another poetry format to Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge that is similar to the Etheree, except there are nine lines instead of ten. Everyone loves the Etheree, and I just couldn’t wait till the beginning of the new year to add a similar form. ❤ Many thanks to Jane Dougherty for the suggestion.

You can find the instructions on how to write the Nonet poem under the menu item: Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Challenge Guidelines. (P.S. I need to update this page)

For this week’s challenge, I used the word algid for cold, and purest for safe.

How to write a Nonet Poem:

A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second line eight syllables, the third line seven syllables, etc… until line nine finishes with one syllable. It can be on any subject. 

line 1 – 9 syllables
line 2 – 8 syllables
line 3 – 7 syllables
line 4 – 6 syllables
line 5 – 5 syllables
line 6 – 4 syllables
line 7 – 3 syllables
line 8 – 2 syllables
line 9 – 1 syllables

Poetry Base shares:

Nonet 

Because of the hourglass shape of a double nonet, it can be used to represent time’s passage.

http://www.poetrybase.info/forms/001/184.shtml

The elements of the Nonet are:

  1. stanzaic, written in any number of 9 line stanzas.
  2. syllabic, 9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1 syllables per line.
  3. usually unrhymed.
Image Credit: germanicmythology.com

“The Wild Hunt”

The phantom calling of the huntsmen
resounds during the algid night
gliding through the purest air
perceived in cloudy shapes
howling on the wind
a sign of war
or a sure
fatal
end?

© 2018 Colleen M. Chesebro

The Wild Hunt is a mythological event where a ghostly group of hunters passes overhead in the night sky in wild pursuit. (Wikipedia.com)

If one sees or hears the Wild Hunt it is believed to be a portent of war, or death, or a combination of such events. 

Check out norse-mythology.org to learn more.

Winter is coming…

Colleen’s #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge Recap No. 111, “Celebrate & Number” #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.

For some, this challenge is a way to learn more about writing in English, even though it’s the American version. English is a second language to many of our participants.

I also understand that accent and inflection play a key roll in the way you say certain words and this will change the syllable count. Here is my compromise: Please try to get as close to the syllable count as possible when writing these syllabic forms of poetry.

This challenge is not for free-verse poetry. ❤

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.

This week, I’ve chosen Sally Cronin, from her blog, Smorgasbord Blog Magazine, and her poem, Celebrate & Number Etheree, as the Poet of the Week.

I loved the message of this Etheree and how nicely the words flowed – fitting together as perfectly as the message suggests. Everyone has embraced the Etheree form and I’ll be adding some additional forms in January. As Sally’s blog suggests: Variety is the Spice of Life. ❤

© 2018 Sally Cronin

Choosing a favorite poem was extremely hard… again! There was a fabulous collection of Thanksgiving poetry which ranged from joyful celebrations to difficult family get-togethers… All part of the season. Each poem is worth a read! Remember, everyone reads poetry differently, so always be respectful of the poet’s perspective. ❤ I’ve mentioned a few here:

Thanksgiving | So It Goes 1984

Gatherings – Yesterday and today: Merril’s historical musings

Haiku: Supper | The Dark Netizen

Wednesday Words Poetry Challenge: Celebrate and Number (Synonyms Only) – My Corner 

Happy Thanksgiving – Rejoice | WILLOW POETRY

Colleen’s Poetry Challenge – Celebrate & Number | The Showers of Blessings

Congratulations to ALL of you for your hard work!

HERE’S WHO JOINED US LAST WEEK FOR OUR 111th POETRY CHALLENGE USING SYNONYMS FOR THE WORDS: “Celebrate & Number”

COLLEEN’S WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 111, “CELEBRATE & NUMBER,” #SYNONYMSONLY | But I Smile Anyway…

Thanksgiving | So It Goes 1984

Tanka Tuesday: Celebrate & Number – Jane Dougherty Writes 

Haiku: Supper | The Dark Netizen

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge #Etheree | anita dawes and jaye marie 

Time and Photos #tanka #haibun #haiku | Trent’s World (the Blog)

Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge Number & Celebrate | Annette Rochelle Aben

An Aging Ritual~ #etheree #PoetryChallenge | Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

RINGS AROUND THE SUN | Poet’s Corner

Rite of Passage… | Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo

Wednesday Words Poetry Challenge: Celebrate and Number (Synonyms Only) – My Corner 

Smorgasbord Poetry – Colleen Chesebro – Tuesday #Poetry Challenge

No 111 -‘Celebrate and Number’ #Etheree | Smorgasbord Blog Magazine

When The Saints – Let Me Tell You the Story of… 

Happy Thanksgiving – Rejoice | WILLOW POETRY

Gatherings – Yesterday and today: Merril’s historical musings

Tanka Tuesday – mourning | Twenty Four 

Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge No. 111, “Celebrate & Number,” #SynonymsOnly | willowdot21

#Synonymsonly Colleen’s 111th Challenge- Celebrate and Number – Wendy Anne Darling – YA Fantasy Author

Colleen’s Poetry Challenge – Celebrate & Number | The Showers of Blessings 

Destiny | Stuff and what if… 

Keeping the Peace | like mercury colliding…

Halcyon | Charmed Chaos

Mercury Retrograde | D. G. Kaye, Writer

Be Woke | Aweni.net

It’s cold and windy HERE! Stay warm and get ready to write some poetry for Tanka Tuesday Tomorrow!

#TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE, “Celebrate & Sing,” NO. 82 RECAP, #SYNONYMSONLY

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

Each week, I like to highlight a poet, called the Poet of the Week, that I feel 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. Instead, find a poem that you love and let that poet know by visiting their blog link below and leaving a favorable comment. ❤

POET OF THE WEEK

This week, I’ve chosen Denise, as the Poet of the Week from her blog, Bilocalalia. I loved the presentation of her Haibun/Tanka. Notice how she split the last two lines of her Tanka poem by interjecting them between the prose? I like this technique. It makes her story seem even more captivating to the reader.

I didn’t include the spectacular photos that accompany this poetry. Please take the time to stop by and experience the beauty of Denise’s world in Arizona capture in this post.

“Behind the Curtain”

Birds trill, extolling
the organ pipe cactus blooms
tuning up backstage.

My dog, seeing me wearing shorts and walking shoes, thinks it’s time for our morning constitutional. Her anticipation is contagious, and everything outside seems to be waiting for an audience. However, today’s cooler temperatures mean there’s no need to rush to avoid the heat. I think I should be able to finish a cup of coffee, a haiku or maybe even a tanka.

Cats lurk behind the bushes
ready to surprise the dog.

Today we take a different route, attracted by a tree with bright purple flowers. As a bonus, we pass a saguaro full of blossoms, bees, and birds. Even better, we seem to have missed the cats or found a feline-free zone. Our own cat is waiting at home, watching grackles through the window.

© 2018 Denise – bilocalalia

 

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HERE’S WHO JOINED US LAST WEEK FOR OUR 81st POETRY CHALLENGE USING SYNONYMS FOR THE WORDS: “Celebrate & Sing”

Colleen’s Tanka Challenge: SING & CELEBRATE  – The Militant Negro™ (for sharing our poetry around the web) ❤

Sing & Celebrate #Tanka Tuesday #82 – Swerve Strikes Again

Coasting along – Reena Saxena

Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life (for sharing our poetry around the web) ❤

Tanka: Sing & Celebrate – Jane Dougherty Writes

Tanka Tuesday — St.Joseph Worker – Sharing With Others –

Colleen’ Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Prompt Sing & Celebrate | Annette Rochelle Aben

Swansong – thehouseofbailey

COLLEEN’S 2018 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY POETRY CHALLENGE #Haiku #82: Sing & Celebrate | But I Smile Anyway…

Tanka – Goddess of Flowers – Willow Poetry

 It is the Lusty Month of May with a #haiku and a #tanka | Trent’s World (the Blog)

Vive La Geekdom! – Frank J. Tassone

Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday: SING and CELEBRATE – Afterwards

The Dark Side of Spring | like mercury colliding…

Matins | Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo

Dog-poets latest #micropoetry #senryu | Mucky Boots and Flawless Paws

moonlight serenade – Storie Cantabile

May Day | method two madness

Hear the Song/No Madder No Madder

COLLEEN’S 2018 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY POETRY CHALLENGE #Haiku #82: Sing & Celebrate | willowdot21

Tanka Tuesday | Twenty Four

Moonsong – Charmed Chaos

Awakening Joy | Stuff and what if…

The Dawn Chorus, Tanka – Yesterday and today: Merril’s historical musings

#TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE ‘Cute Dandelions’ | Rereading Jane Eyre

 Beltane’s Song – A #Haibun #Tanka #flashfiction – Colleen Chesebro ~ The Fairy Whisperer

Last week, I forgot to add MJ Mallon’s poem. You’ll find it here: Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 81, ENCHANT & SHAPE, #SynonymsOnly | M J Mallon Author

IMG_872F0C440032-1See you tomorrow (Tuesday) for the new challenge. ❤

“Tower Carillons” A Tanka, #SynonymsOnly

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Hello! The challenge words this week for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge were “bells and past.” I had a vision of Ebenezer Scrooge in my head that I haven’t been able to shake. Scrooge is my favorite Christmas movie, and I love the theme and lesson.

I’ve been trying to figure out ways to challenge the participants because you’ve all gotten so darn good! I’ve continued on the theme that you can’t use the prompt words except to find synonyms to use in their stead. Fun? I hope so. It sure made me think and choose my words differently.

From what I’ve read, the challenge poetry this week is much more expressive when the poet controls the choice of words. I’ve also sensed the alliteration has changed in your poetry. Bravo, poets. You’ve done well. Synonyms are your friends.

Where does that leave me? Scrambling to keep up with your creativity! In keeping with the Scrooge theme, I’ve written a Tanka that reminded me when I was a child and how the bells tolled on Christmas morning.


Tower carillons –

A bygone call to worship,

required attendance.

Our penance for waywardness,

some lessons learned the hard way.

©2017 Colleen M. Chesebro

Join in and write some poetry! ❤