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The Best Music #tanka

Moon shot

A beautiful song
Written on your lovely face
Bright light of passion
The melody our hearts sing
Chords of my deepest desire

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This was written for Colleen’s Poetry Challenge.  This week the key words were “love” and “harmony“, but only synonyms could be used. I chose a tanka this week.

The photo at the top was taken on Saturday.  I might have photos or drawings that would better match the poem, but I wanted to post it ;)

After the Solstice #tanka

Beachy-sunset

After the Solstice

Cold wind on the sand
Early sunset lights water
Ice under surface
As land sleeps through the season
The sea celebrates winter

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Written for Colleen’s WeeklyPoetry Challenge #tankatuesday.  This week is poet’s choice for key words.  I decided to do a tanka.

The Gift #tanka

Dark presents

Rattle, roll and sway
I have gifts to grant away
Are you good or naught?
You push as far as you can
To figure out what I bought

What’s the sound it makes
Will it tinkle when it breaks?
Careful how you swing
Is it better to present
Or does ”getting” make you sing?

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This was written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge.  This week the words were Give and Shake, but only synonyms are allowed.  I did a couple of rhyming “tankas”, sort of, almost ;)

Midnight Adventure #tanka #tankastory

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Midnight adventure
To exhume the ancient crypt
But we are too late
The slab is already moved
The dead has unearthed himself

Did we delve too deep
Awaken that which should sleep
Release the terror?
We run from the open tomb
But once more we are too late

The crunch of a twig
Silver shadow from the moon
He is following
A hand grabs me from behind
Sharp nails gouge into my flesh

Leave the dead alone
Sleeping under the cold ground
Peaceful undisturbed
It is a lesson I learned
Only when it was too late

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This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge.  She gives us two key words, but we must use synonyms.  This week’s words were Dig and Grave.  (I so much wanted to find a way to say “Dig this” or “Do you dig” ;) ).  I did a tanka these week. OK, I wrote a story made from four connected tankas this week :)

Charmed #tanka

The image is from Pixabay, by Michael Seibt

An imp plays a tune
From the land of Nevermore
On a weedy pipe
Green magic from the music
Charms snake and human alike

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Written for Colleen’s Poetry Challenge.  This week the challenge is to write to syllabic poem based on the given photo-prompt (at the top of the post).  I did a tanka (sort of ;) )

The image is from Pixabay, by Michael Seibt

Special Brew #haibun #tanka

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I flip the leaf of the calendar, as the leaf outside of my window flips and heads towards the ground. I knew it! It is October! That means it is almost time for the spirits to rise on that most special day of the year, Halloween. To raise out own spirits, we need to start the spiced cider boiling, and all of you witches need to make an even more special brew. For:

The leaves are changing
Halloween is almost here
Fix a special treat
Autumn’s dark and deadly brew
Boiled in a witches Cauldron

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This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. This is the first day of the month, so it is poet’s choice of words. This week i did a Haibun with a Tanka.

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Once again I chose one of my drawings. Actually, I picked the drawing first. It is a frame from a video I made as a promo for my first book, The Fireborn. Here is the Video:

(Click here if you don’t see it below)

 

Where My Home Was #tanka

trees

Image by Susan Cipriano from Pixabay

Each year it’s higher
The distant river invades
The sea eats my house
Someday from a higher spot
I will see where my home was

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Written for Colleen’s Poetry Challenge.  This week is her monthly Photo=Prompt.  The photo at the top of the page, a row of trees, sunk in the middle of a vast plain of water, is an Image by Susan Cipriano from Pixabay. I wrote a tanka for the challenge.

Your Spell on Me #Haibun #tanka #doubletanka

woman portrait

I feel the power, like a sun behind me.  A vision flashes through my mind. Is it a knife coming down like Hitchcock’s Psycho? Perhaps a Stephan King skeletal hand will grab my ankle.  I whip around, ready to face anything, anything, but what is really there. I meet your gaze and all is lost.

I step in your trap
That is found behind your eyes
Your bewitching stare
The magic spell that you cast
Makes me rise above the Earth

Is it just your charm?
Perhaps a deeper power
Enthralled by the glance
A thought and I glide above
Your eyes making my heart soar

Lost, but found, captivated by your spell, I am launched into your orbit.

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Control #tanka

Ring - Your Past is Calling

I am held captive
You seem to control my life
Always in focus
I remember being free
When a phone was just a phone

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OK, so I went back and chose a drawing almost at random and wrote a poem based on it ;)  We were just talking about drawings I used to post on the blog, so this is the outcome.

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Written for Colleen’s Poetry Challenge.  This is the first week of the month so it is poet’s choice of words.  Let’s see, what words should I chose, I mean what words DID I chose before I wrote this… mobile and immobile.

Hope #tanka

swan-pond-mid-april-2019

An ominous place
Walking in the bleak valley
Looking for a ray
Always trying to flee night
Searching for a bright lit day

The gloom holds me back
Shadows grabbing at my arms
A pit of gloom here
Pulled by an airy promise
A better place bright and clear

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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  “Light” and “Dark” This week I decided to do a Tanka, perhaps a double tanka, if such a beast exists….