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Anxiety #tanka

Waves break on the shore
Explosions without the fire
Stirring blue to brown
Restless ‘neath troubled water
Sandy bed is washed away

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Written for Colleen’s Poetry Challenge.  Each week she gives us two keywords, only we must use synonyms only, not the words themselves.  This week  the key words were the poet’s (me ;) ) choice, so I chose “Beach” and “Anxious” This week I decided to do a Tanka

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Blueprint for Purchase Foiled #Tanka

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

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Written for Colleen’s Poetry Challenge.  Each week she gives us two keywords, only we must use synonyms only, not the words themselves.  This week  the key words were the poet’s (me ;) ) choice, so I chose “Plan” and “Spend” This week I decided to do a Tanka.

Back to the Source – #tanka #haibun

I sit, pen in hand, and stare into the distance. The spring has gone dry and the words have failed to flow. But then an image comes to me. Your image.  There was a time when poems sprang to the page motivated by your eyes and your smile. Can I once more dip in that well, go back to the root and create something new? I lift my pen to the paper and note down a few dragging words.

I pen you a verse
Like one at the beginning
When it was still fresh
Inspired by a thought of you
Source of many silly scrawls

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Written for Colleen’s Poetry challenge.  Each week she gives us two keywords, only we must use synonyms only, not the words themselves.  This week  the key words were “Origin” and “Write” This week I decided to do a  haibun using a tanka as the poem part.

I have missed the last two challenges.  For some reason I just wasn’t inspired and nothing came to mind.

Dawn of a New Year #tanka #haibun

Dawn of a New Year

I am walking alone down a dark path.  The pale December sun fails to illuminate, casting a cold, golden sheen over the land.  I pause and look out over the world.  Stark shadows, crisp lines prove that summer is a distant memory.  As are you.  They say the new year brings new light and new hope.  I smile, knowing that although colder days are ahead, the light will increase and warmth will return.

Shadows in pale light
Darkness of the dying year
You, my sun, are gone
A new year brings much more light
Perhaps it brings you as well

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Written for Colleen’s Poetry challenge.  Each week she gives us two keywords, only we must use synonyms only, not the words themselves.  This week was a “free week” where we could choose our own words.  My two words were “illumination” and “return”.  This week I went with a tanka and a haibun.

Happy New Year!  (The photo was taken on Saturday in Harwich, MA.)

Solstice #tanka

Come the darkest night
A solstice shadow on me
I long for your touch
And then from around the world
Your voice reaches out to me

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I once had a series of “Internet love songs”.  It has been a while since I added one.

Now for the irony (I guess) – The photo above was taken on the opposite solstice.  This was late at night on the longest day, shortest night of the year back 6 months ago :)  The poem, of course, is about the shortest day, the longest night…

When the World Was Young – #tanka #haibun

When the World Was Young

I click ‘play’ on the screen, but it is more than music that pours out.  I am being drawn to a different time.  The world was young and the people created an exciting, novel version of reality.  I can hear it from the speaker, I can feel the groove and the vibe shouting out the changes.  It may be old and dated, but it feels fresh and alive, the sound of an eternal search for what has never been seen or felt or heard before.  As I listen, nodding my head to the beat, it seems as if there has been nothing created recently that hasn’t been based on these sounds.  The song has come to an end and I reach over to lift the needle from the record, but I am back to the present and can only click on the next song.

Times were a changin
Jimi and band played “Hey Joe”
No satisfaction
From a grey conformity
They explored a virgin “now” Continue reading

Still Some Warmth – #Tanka

The world grows colder
Kin and foe are all kept out
Doors are tightly shut
The warm hearth can still be felt
Grateful ones open their hearts

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This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge.  The key words today were “Thanks” and “Family”, yet for this special while she is away, we are to only use synonyms.

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Is anyone else having issues with WP?  I had to jump through hoops to get the template to work (I went to the Admin page, then to “All Posts” and then “Add new”.  This brought up the old template from two years ago.).  Looks like they are “improving” WP once again!