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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.

Back or Forward? #tanka

 

pic-green-railroad

Image credit: no attribution

Cold steel to green wood
Traveling to a far land
Is it time or place?
Does the green exist behind
Or undiscovered country?

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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 ;)

Stripes or Bars? #tanka

fiyero on the beach

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

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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.

Shadows Reinterpreted #tanka

Photoprompt-July-2020

Image Credit: © Sally Cronin

Stuck in my own trap
Towering walls block the view
I can hear the sea
Doesn’t the flotsam of life
Prove there is more beyond me?

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OK, if you don’t understand the title, look up Plato’s allegory of the cave.  But more than just the cave allegory, I was thinking of this quote by Plato (a conclusion of the same story): “Those who are able to see beyond the shadows and lies of their culture will never be understood, let alone believed, by the masses.

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Written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge.  This week was a photo challenge.  The photo at the top of the page is by Sally Cronin.  I wrote a tanka this time, and I’m sure I was one of the few this week to base my tanka on a quote by Plato ;)