The Connection, #Haibun

This week’s Tanka Tuesday poetry challenge was an Ekphrastic #PhotoPrompt provided by Lisa Thompson.

Image credit: Unsplash, and the photographer is Wolfgang Hasselmann

The Connection, #Haibun

My walk resulted in a surprise this morning. I found a toadstool growing on the north side of a Palo Verde tree where the sprinkler had sprung a leak. It’s unusual to see a toadstool in the desert, so I suspected there was magic afoot.

The late summer sun hung in the early sky, an angry red orb smothered by wildfire smoke. Cool air currents swirled around my legs, mixing with the warmer currents above. I followed the winding path along the wall that edged the sprawling desert surrounding my housing area, listening to the sounds of the birds in the trees.

Ahead, a woman and her dog, dawdled. She’d tug his leash to suggest a turn in the path, but he’d have nothing to do with any changes in his plans. He planted his feet, refusing to budge, and watched my steady approach.

I remembered this dog from another walk. He’s an older gent with only one eye; maybe a terrier mix. Like me, his hair has turned silver and gray.

When I finally caught up to him, the dog wriggled across the path, wagging a stub of a tail in greeting.

“Hello, Sir Galahad,” I called out. I didn’t know his actual name, but this name seemed to fit. I held out my hand, and he gave it a quick lick. I scratched his head, and he shivered in delight. Both of us connected for that second, bonded in the simple pleasure of connecting with another like soul.

“He waited for you,” his owner said. “He wouldn’t take the turn until he could see you.”

I nodded my head. “I noticed he waited for me.”

The lady smiled back as Sir Galahad scampered to her side. “He definitely has his favorites.”

“You know what?” I called over to her. “That little guy just made my day.”

“That’s his speciality,” she answered, with a knowing look on her face.

The two of them turned down the fork in the path, and I realized how important this connection felt to me. I turned toward home, and noticed my steps were lighter, as if someone had lifted some tremendous weight I hadn’t known I carried around my shoulders.

look for the magic
in everyday occurrences
friendship feeds your soul

©2020 Colleen M. Chesebro

I consider the prose portion of this poem a haibun because I share a slice of my life, as in a real occurrence. The haiku speaks of change, asking you to seek the magic in life. As for the toadstool… well, I might have stretched that part a bit.

“Goddesses Unite!” A Double Tanka

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This week for my Tanka Tuesday Challenge, I’ve done something a little different. I’m participating in a Facebook Event called, Authors Against Domestic Violence, October 4, 2018, with D. G. Kaye, Writer.com (Debby Gies) at 5:30 PM MST.

Sharon Johnson is the event organizer. (All times listed are EST) Here’s what she shares:

Come join me and Luna Saint Claire on October 4th for The Break The Silence Authors Against Domestic Violence event hosted by Peacock Nation from 5pm to 10pm.
Domestic Violence is still a major problem in our country even today. I hope you’ll join us to learn more while seeing some of your favorite authors as well as new ones.#LunaSaintClaire 5pm
Sharon Johnson 5:30pm
Leah Negron 6pm
Savannah Morgan 6:30pm
#TamarSloan 7pm
Debby Gies 7:30pm
Mark Davis 8pm
Roux Cantrell 8:30pm
Jade Royal 9pm
Elias Raven 9:30pm

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HERE’S THE LINK TO JOIN THE EVENT: https://www.facebook.com/events/1014362638745453/

In honor of this event, I wrote a double Tanka to celebrate the power of women!

Goddesses Unite

 

Goddesses Unite!
Call out your superpowers.
Be invincible,
ignite your intuition,
brain power, and inner strength.

Stop the secrecy—
Speak, and have your voices heard.
Together we change
from victims of violence
into heroines of courage.

~~~

© 2018 Colleen M. Chesebro

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“Searching for the Magic, A Double-Tanka

Life is likea cup of tea

This week for my Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge, I used alter for change, and resisting for deny.

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In the early hours—
before dawn’s pink light explodes,
I alter my view
of the cosmos in my mind
resisting a mundane life.

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Searching for magic
amongst all the disasters
thrown at me daily—
finding the humor inside,
by learning to love myself.

© 2018 Colleen M. Chesebro

 

 

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“The Prophecy,” A Flash Fiction/Senryu

I’m combining my Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge, using synonyms for “love and time, with the Carrot Ranch Literary Community August 16, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a comet. I used the words “continuum” for time, and “benevolence,” for love.

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The comet streaked across the sky dragging a fiery tail against the inky blackness. Dennitsa shivered in the gathering gloom. Her dreams of late had been infiltrated by the ancestors revealing the prophecy this celestial nomad heralded. Time was running out.

The old ways of healing-magic were in danger. Today, the Byzantine priests had instituted a plan to hunt down and kill the fairy witches, thus performing a cleansing upon the land.

Ripples of magic exploded from the woman’s form silhouetted against the night sky.

Her spirit calls out—

the continuum answers,

benevolence found.

The solution came from above.

***

© 2018 Colleen M. Chesebro

Images: Creative Commons Pixabay.com

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“Blood Moon Rising,” A Tanka

For my Weekly Poetry Challenge this week, I wrote a Tanka poem about the blood moon eclipse which will take place tomorrow, July 27th, 2018. I used “wisdom,” for beliefs, and “odd” for strange.

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There has been some speculation about this particular celestial event, as it is the longest eclipse, lasting in excess of six hours. This eclipse will not be seen in America, while it can be viewed in other parts of the world. Click HERE to find the best viewing times and places.

Sooth-sayers have come out in droves, predicting that this event will portend the end of the world. Click HERE to read the Blood Moon Prophesy.

While I don’t necessarily believe that the world will end tomorrow, I do feel the vibrations of new beginnings in our world order. I believe that if we shine our light filled with love outward into the universe we will increase the positive vibrations for the world.

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The blood moon eclipse—
ancient wisdom transcending,
as Mars hovers near.
While Earth, Moon, and Sun align
predicting odd days ahead.

© 2018 Colleen M. Chesebro

Bloody Good You ready to write some poetry?

 

“Sultry Summer Nights,” A Butterfly Cinquain

Life is likea cup of tea

This week for my Weekly Poetry Challenge, I decided to get creative. I used “hex” for the word, bewitch, and “jewel” for the word, treasure.

Love poetry can be the most fulfilling type of poetry to write. No matter how many syllables, love and passion always find expression. I like dabbling with illusionary words. Less is more. Let your imagination fill in the blanks.

Butterfly Cinquains have a magnificent rhythm due to their syllable structure: 2, 4, 6, 8, 2, 8, 6, 4, 2. I like the use of punctuation because I like the way it guides the poet’s voice.

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“Sultry Summer Nights”

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sultry,
summer night dreams
twisted sheets foretelling
a hex upon my soul’s desire.
I wait—
as the jewel’s fire heats the blood
exploding in pleasure,
my thoughts of you
sated.

© 2018 Colleen M. Chesebro

Fairy orange wings Learn the unique butterfly cinquain form. Have fun and write some poetry! ❤

“Learning to Fly,” A Senryu

Life is likea cup of tea

This week for my Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge, I used synonyms “stretch” for the word give, and “grasp” for receive.

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Stretch your wings and fly—
snatch what seems outside your grasp,
success will find you.

© 2018 Colleen M. Chesebro

ColleenFind your magic and let it shine!