A bright shirt for me With a whiff of eccentric Fearlessly forward I may often try to blend But there is no use hiding
This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. This week was a synonyms only week using the key words hint and bold. I chose a tanka. And, no, I am not “coming out” or anything like that, I’m just talking about some of my eccentricities. Yes, I wear a hat when I am outside. I have a hat collection. And occasionally i wear strange clothes, including, on a rare occasion, that red and black jacket.
Cold steel to green wood Traveling to a far land Is it time or place? Does the green exist behind Or undiscovered country?
This was written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. This week was a photo challenge. Aishwarya, aka, Kitty from Kitty’s verses provided the photo at the top (not sure if it was Kitty’s or found, but I claim no rights). I chose a tanka for this week’s poem.
The Undiscovered Country is not just Star Trek, it is Shakespeare and means “the after life”, though some take it for the future. You can interpret it either way ;) Not saying how I meant it ;)
The lines always curve Rounded made straight and angled Paths always loop back We might think our debts are cleared But we are always ensnared
This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry challenge. This week we were given two key words, only we had to use synonyms for the words, not the words themselves. the words were circled and squared. I chose a tanka.
I feel I am cursed Someone put a spell on me But then I look up The sky fills with divine light Rough seas, but I am content
This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. The key words this week were Hex and Blessed, but only synonyms were allowed. I did a tanka. And, OK, I chose the photo (from one I did earlier this year) and wrote the poem to fit ;)
I walk along the razor’s edge. A misstep would throw me into the deep abyss, or so it would seem. The choices before me are so important! I walk the narrow path, projecting the unexplored territory ahead in my mind. Will the trail dictate my action or my action dictate my path?
Ledge in the forest Rising before men arrived Here when we are gone
This was written for Colleen’s Poetry Challenge. This week she asked us to write a Haibun and use the photo at the top, which was provided by Frank J. Tassone.
It happened again How can a human do that? Pain of the centuries My hand fits nicely in yours Bound by our humanity
Years ago they told us all is well Humans judged by their character Full equality for all They said the world is fair The battle was won One family United In peace Love But They lied Still two worlds One rule for “them” Fear of the other Blind eye turned to the truth Indifference to suffering A world of hate and division They said it was over years ago