Colleen’s : TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 65, Fun with Homophones
Autumn came with earthly tones of rustic charm and days gently lit by an amber glow- and now… in its ache to leave…once-rustling leaves lie silent upon nearly chilled fields, mourning the waning warmth of a golden morning… and as autumn fades, sun-worn shades touch tenderly on wistful waters, painting dusk too soon across embering skies…
gentle blew the winds soft across the blue of skies golden dusk gathers I hear ripples whisper low autumn’s farewell clouds mine eye
the chill crept its tight grasp at the heart pumps a gush of ice cold blood through warm veins of a life and none had said this is how it would be – – that numb ache – to know … to see … to feel death so intimately
*mehsoos : to feel, to sense, or to experience emotionally or physically.
Jagjit Singh
the title ‘mehsoos’ came from a song i was listening to – which i tried sharing here. Not sure if i uploaded it correctly … 🥴
Ange’s prompt: One-syllable challenge For this week’s W3 challenge, writers are invited to capture a dramatic moment in just a handful of lines — a storm breaking, a glass shattering, a door slamming, a sudden realization, or any instant where something changes sharply or unexpectedly.
You may write in any poetic form, with the following restrictions:
Your poem must be between 5 and 8 lines long. Every single word in the poem must be one syllable long. You are allowed one multi-syllable word — but it must appear as the very last word of the poem.
From Melissa For your Poetics prompt today, if you haven’t already guessed, I’d like to write ekphrastic poetry about Chagall’s art. Choose one of the paintings in this post, and compose a poem about it. For an added challenge, use descriptors in your poem to describe the details in the artwork and tell us about what they are, by telling us what they are not.
warmth had lived here – the burning breaths linger the blaze- in deep vivid shades laughter rose like flames to paint sleeping skies awake – from earth’s rustic reds, dreams sprung to reach the sun – and if the nights were drawn closer dreams were easier to burn…
this one took a bit of a personal turn, and some longer too…😬 so if you want to skip – feel free to…😋. And perhaps i wrote this more for myself to return to … when time ages the memories…🤍
My heart battled the urge to hide her. You see, i feared the cruelty of the world would break her… and as the mother in me weakened, the woman in me had to make a decision.
to pull her out of the world and hide her away, or give her the tools to carve a place for herself.
… and so begin the journey – shades of her…
I walked before her, shielding her- till time called for me to slow down and let her steps catch pace with mine. I walked beside her, catching her at each fall, untill she was able to break them herself.
Now i walk behind her silently … my eyes on the vibrant shades of her personality … her each step leaving behind footprints … footprints where growth stirs … and from behind her … i watch her blossom …
behind fragile masks stumbling steps lead to unveil a wildflowers rise
My heart battled the urge to hide her … and thankful i am that i didn’t…
…and i know she will throw a fit if she finds out i put up her pic 🤭, but the mum in me can’t help the sweet ache i feel when i pause just to sigh at how fast she grew.
Zeha was diagnosed with vitiligo when she was 11 years old … and now, 7 years later she’s still my most beautiful…and the worse part is she knows it… 🤦🏻♀️😂
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