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Holiday Traditions #tanka #haibun #cinquain

Music
Handmade glass bulbs
Ancient songs about birth
Cheap ornaments bought in childhood
Gingerbread

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The sadly-sweet strains of Vince Guaraldi’s piano fill the air with the melancholy of Charlie Brown, and with nostalgia. I open the package and carefully unwrap the treasures within.  I smile at the first priceless item, a box with cheap bulbs from the 1930s bought at an antique store for only a dollar. That was from my first Christmas alone.  Next there is a bulb wrapped in tissue from several years later.  It was bought at an art gallery for more than the price of 20 boxes of Wal Mart ornaments. But then there are those Wal Mart specials, all gold and red.  As I go through the decorations one-by-one and slowly fill the tree, the music changes to the late medieval music of Praetorius.  Why did Christmas demand to have a soundtrack that included so much from the medieval and Renaissance? The last bulb up, I stand back as the Roche’s version of Sleigh Ride adds a joyful note to the air.

Bing crones White Christmas
Ancient boxes hold treasure
Gingerbread spices
Sounds heard but once every year
Add sparkle to old glass bulbs

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Living Landscape #tanka

Image by Barbara A Lane from Pixabay

The hills reflect you
The wind is filled with your scent
The birds call your name
You may not be by my side
But in nature, I find you

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This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. This week’s challenge was to write an ekphrastic poem based on the watercolor that Colleen provided (top of page – Image by Barbara A Lane from Pixabay). I wrote a tanka for the challenge.

(Ekphrastic poetry explores art. It is poetry that gives the poet’s impression of a work of art. It can describe it, but it can also tell a story about the work or give the poet’s impression on seeing the visual artwork.)

Perspective #tanka

A light in the void
That dot is another world
Complete on its own
Infinite patterns of space
Does it make me small or big?

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This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. This week was poet’s choice. I decided to write tanka and use a photo I recently took of Jupiter and the four Galilean moons. The discovery of the moons, distant worlds all of their own having nothing to do with Earth, caused a panic in the minds of a world that thought humans were the reason for the Universe to exist.

Tuvstarr #tanka”

“Tuvstarr is still sitting there wistfully looking into the water” by John Bauer

Naked and alone
In the heart of the forest
Is all really lost?
When innocence is taken
Do we mourn it gone or live?

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This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. This week the challenge is not only a photo challenge, it is also an “Ekphrastic”, that is a poem that explores a work of art. The work of art, provided by Diana Peach, is the famous image by John Bauer of Princess Tuvstarr gazing into the deep pond forever, mourning her lost heart. She had lost all as she journeyed into the deep forest, but it was her heart of gold that ended the journey. Many think that she was mourning her lost innocence, which is the interpretation that I took in my tanka.

Point of Inflection #tanka

Where am I going?
There is only fog ahead
I stop and look back
Thankful on were I have been
Plans and dreams create a path

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This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. This week was a synonyms only challenge with the key words being Imagine & Gratitude. I decided to write a tanka.

As usual, I picked a photo and wrote to match. The photo is from my walk on Sunday morning.

Tomorrow’s Dust #tanka #haibun

I walk along, breathing the frosty late autumn air. Leaves rustle, speaking as they are moved aside by my feet. But then I pause, silencing their death rattle. Is there another sound? I listen. The trees, some still wearing a wispy shroud of yellow, brown and orange, whisper to me. What secrets will they share?

I am told that the adoring crowds had called his name. He had stood, proud, chin up, condemning all who disagreed as sad losers. His followers chanted back his very words. Is the wind echoing these throngs? Are the words still alive, speaking to condemn all who he perceived as an enemy?

No. A senseless babble about how in the years too many to count, the span of the life of one man is meaningless is all that I hear. He is silenced now, and the words forgotten. Not even the wind will remember.

Wind whispers through leaves
Does the tree grow on a mound
Its purpose long lost?
The mighty king ruled the land
Now is just forgotten dust

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This was written for Colleen’s Poetry Challenge. This is week 200! This is a theme week, and the chosen them is The Illusion of Power. My mind went two ways – the graveyard scene in Hamlet on the one hand, and our current politics on the other. Of course, there is also Halloween coming up… Put together with recently read words about hundreds of grave barrows of forgotten kings, well… I chose to write a Haibun with a Tanka at its core.

Fall’s Fire Inspires #tanka

Grace glides through water
Fall’s fire flames in trees and pond
Autumn’s tone inspires
Death blooms beautiful in leaves
Colors create thrill in heart

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This was written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. It was a double challenge – first was a photo challenge using a photo which I took several years ago in Milford, MA. (Yes, Colleen used my photo this week :) ) The second was a synonyms only challenge using the words Move and Make. I combined both challenges and wrote a tanka today.

Photo below was from this Saturday and was taken in Wilton, NH.

A month early or a year late? #tanka

Soft noise behind me
The floorboards creak with her weight
My love has woken
Though dead for a thousand years

Scent of fresh blood revives her

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lol, yes, I am a month early for Halloween, but I saw an older version of the picture and knew I had to use it! I did edit it a little more, but…

This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. This week was to use a specific form, which was tanka. I do write quite a few tankas.

The Night Sky #tanka

Milky Way above Dennisport

When fears come alive
The immense unknown spreads forth
Wonder fills the mind
From ancient times until now
Distant stars fill us with awe

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This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. This week we were given a theme, The Night Sky. I chose to do a tanka using the theme, and also titled my poem with the theme :)

When All Else is Grey #tanka

A bright shirt for me
With a whiff of eccentric
Fearlessly forward
I may often try to blend
But there is no use hiding

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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.