Challenge #1: 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry For 9/26/23, #TankaTuesday
After the long hot summer, it’s now a time of celebration. It’s the perfect season to write poetry. This is how this time of year affects me where I live. Please enjoy my haiku.
After the long hot summer, it’s now a time of celebration. It’s the perfect season to write poetry. This is how this time of year affects me where I live. Please enjoy my haiku.
For the last challenge for Tanka Tuesday's seventh year. A photo prompt. Photo by Terri Webster Schrandt. Thank you.
Can you think of synonyms for the words quiet and seek? Come see what I got for you this week, dear ones. I hope you enjoy it.
This lovely art piece gifted me two poems. I hope you enjoy them as they were so much fun to write. Happy moon gazing everyone.
For participation in the Word Craft Poetry Challenge, #tankatuesday.Thanks, Colleen. I posted these two haiku earlier this week in the comments of another post wherefog was the kigo; posting it…
Read more about the symbolism of sunflowers: Sunflower Meaning, Sunflower Meaning & Symbolism, and Ukraine’s National Flower. And then read my haiku, please. xo
“Ekphrastic poems exist to respond to a piece of art critically, analytically, and reverentially.” -- Reverently! This one is from 1816. Wow! Also reused the same image to write for this week's prompt. Again, reverently. Thank you.
Written for Tanka Tuesday. Colleen's Prompt: Your subject of the poem must be a BIRD This week’s challenge is to write an Imayo poem. Your subject must be abouta 🦃bird!…
This is by far the greatest honor, as it's at Colleen Chesebro's Tanka Tuesday community, where I felt completely welcome once I made the switch. Thanks, Colleen: from the bottom of my heart, thank you.
She's fidgety and with a short attention span Time passes as fast as a hummingbird flutters At #tankatuesday, she feels like a hummingbird gladly returning to her favorite flower.
To ♏️horoscope, 🐢spirit-animal, 💗INFJ, 🧑🏽🦳Old Soul, (🦬)🦉yet🙈, (🤦🏽♀️)🤪 yet an 🤩, today we add Reed as her🌳sign: Selma
Phantasmal clouds wreathe the hills-- the sea, rough with foam breaking; seagulls encourage one another. From that dreamy mess she emerges: Poem of mine, you taste salty on my lips.…