Tanka Tuesday 309 — taste twirl

when loose leaf tea blends need pizzazz splinter of cinnamon twirls in just right flavor dance; taste bud pirouettes Shadorma form Colleen Chesebro is the host of Tanka Tuesday.  Colleen says: 🌶️ This week’s challenge is The Spice of Life: Choose a spice from your kitchen cabinet, and relate its flavor to an event that…

TSM 248 — Transformed

Beneath summer blanketsecrets follow. Every sacred stone wondersabout her soon after. She is as gentle berry;peace river poetover an ancient wind.   I used magnetic poetry for this one, aka The Oracle and tweaked it a teensy bit.  The top image has been edited with filters. Carrie is the host of The Sunday Muse.

2nd one — dVerse — MTB/Forms — A Man Called Ay Eye (Limerick)

A Man Called Ay Eye (Limerick) by Anonymous There once was a man who liked creating. He thought it was quite invigorating. It was rather law, But not very ahh, He couldn’t resist alienating. Thanks to Datamuse, whose word engine was used to complete the poem. Created on 23rd February 2023. Auto Praise for A…

dVerse — MTB — AI am a poet and artist.

The sky of the morning was painted a brilliant shade of blue, with clouds like heavenly floating islands of white, and the sun glistening through like a beacon of hope. A dove flew across the ethereal scene, its wings flapping softly and creating ripples in the tranquil air. From the distant hillside came a chorus…

#FF — Win

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Stadium mouths yawn wide to heaven. Beer, hot dogs, nachos, and pretzels flow down gullets. Globe-wide, raucous baby birds host masses that are somehow able to converge and sit, shoulder to shoulder, without trying to tear each other apart. Us against them is the ruling way, but here, in the…

Tanka Tuesday 308 Ekphrastic

Portrait of Lady Agnew of Lochnaw (1865-1932) by John Singer Sargent, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons she loves my brother yet insists on teasing me only in dreams is she mine satin sheen shimmers prettily wrapped package rests, waits to be opened violet eyes mesmerize with asp’s arrogance kisses steal it all away I think…

dVerse Q170 (2nd one) — Datura’s Symphony

Datura, pale, mute blossom, listens inthe cold, dark purple night, as the moon stays a lost prisoner in towered clouds.She eschews silence; instead yearnsfor dreamed notes in her stone cavern: lost music’s echoed strains of moaned liquid silk and vermillion-scented sins.   2nd on for Linda’s dVerse prompt of “music” for a quadrille