Terri Webster Shrandt Dawn’s pink and blue crystal blankets Faux-warm, smiling crystal blankets Quiet world stirs, begins anew Our home hearth burns Wind lost, aimless chimney smoke curls Disperses in lightening sky Dawn’s pink and blue crystal blankets Our home hearth burns Yesterday’s blizzard swept away Awake, awed with morning’s pastel, Sip hot coffee and…
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Tanka Tuesday 301 — Chlorophyllic
Primordial, I shimmer green in the sunlight, unarticulated compel. Inhabiting non-existence just moments before, primordial, I shimmer. Corporeally emergent a novice to being, green in the sunlight. Mirrored flip, this to that craving synaesthesia, an unarticulated compel. Cascade form I went to rhymezone for my synonyms and built a list. From there I created the…
Tanka Tuesday — back then
back then my copper skin a silken instrument played sweet under his spellbinding but now my color’s drained, a limp gray scarf crumpled, numb, forgotten; left to dream of back then Butterfly cinquain form Colleen Chesebro is the host of Tanka Tuesday. Colleen says: Use Eugi’s theme, the gray scarf to write your choice of…
Tanka Tuesday — Winter Blankets
“Ukrainian Figurines” by Kirill Shevchenko (Groder) Image by Кирилл Шевченко from Pixabay As winter blankets cover us,we huddled ones without a home,your thoughts and prayers are not enough.As winter’s blanket covers usour bodies wane, our souls are scuffed.How long will we be forced to roamas winter blankets cover us,we huddled ones without a home? Triolet form…
Tanka Tuesday 296
painting by Ichiro Tsuruta 鶴田-郎, 1954 Her face a white mask, stone jewels her guardians; carnellian lips her invitation; a portal each escapes into — doom’s dissonant stay. The form is Gogyohka. The poem is directly inspired by Kerfe’s artwork and poetry based on ventriloquist dummies and by our dialogue in the comments for it….
Tanka Tuesday Ekphrastic — Dearest Dorr
© Lisa Fox, Felt Mansion Early mornings I look from my bedroom window, the pond’s still surface a mirror that waits. I walk along the edge. My fingers remember being dirty, planting the urns, again. Aster and marigold, bright in the summer sun, when the world was full of colored perfume. In green brocade, I…
dVerse Poetics and TankaTuesday — Troiku to Kombucha
mushrooms rest upon a still sea of sweetened tea working their magic mushrooms rest upon their belief in alchemy spin cane death to gold sea of sweetened tea good bacteria guzzles, farts, and burps bubbles working their magic sugar-free fizzy tonic does our bodies good top image link I am today’s host of dVerse’ Poetics….
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