Welcome to the Tanka Tuesday Poetry Recap featuring the work of poets from around the globe. If you would like to participate in this challenge, you can learn the rules on the menu item called Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Guidelines.
PLEASE NOTE: Don’t forget to count your syllables. Use this site: howmanysyllables.com. Click on the workshop tab. Then, copy and paste your poem into the box, and click “count syllables” at the bottom.
For some, this challenge is a way to learn more about writing in English, even though it’s the American version. English is a second language to many of our participants.
I also understand that accent and inflection play a key roll in the way you say certain words and this will change the syllable count. Here is my compromise: Please try to get as close to the syllable count as possible when writing these syllabic forms of poetry.
This challenge is not for free-verse poetry. ❤
Each week, I like to highlight a poet who I call the Poet of the Week, who has shared an exceptional message, or shown an impassioned creativity through words or form. Poetry is all about perception, so don’t be shocked if you don’t feel the same way about a poem that I do. ❤
This week, I’ve chosen Linda Lyberg, from her blog, Charmed Chaos as the Poet of the Week for her Haibun/Haiku called, “Morning Storm.” I enjoyed her choice of prompt words and the nature theme of her Haibun.
Linda followed the rules for writing a Haibun perfectly:
Every Haibun must begin with a title. Haibun prose is composed of short, descriptive paragraphs, written in the first-person singular.
The text unfolds in the present moment, as though the experience is occurring now rather than yesterday or some time ago. In keeping with the simplicity of the accompanying haiku or tanka poem, all unnecessary words should be pared down or removed. Nothing must ever be overstated.
The poetry never tries to repeat, quote, or explain the prose. Instead, the poetry reflects some aspect of the prose by introducing a different step in the narrative through a microburst of detail. Thus, the poetry is a sort of juxtaposition – different yet somehow connected.
The descriptions were fabulous. Check out the Haiku… when I close my eyes I can see the lightning. Fabulous!
Daybreak comes with an ominous ink stain painted on the morning sky. The wind is silent and still as if the earth is holding its breath waiting for the impending assault. No birds singing; rather perching close to one another in the dense shelter of the Mesquite. I watch it unfold from the warmth of my writing room, as the sky at last cries.
© 2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
Time crept up on me this week, so I’ll share my Tanka poem here. I used the word “hue,” for color, and “macabre,” for creepy. ❤
The hues of autumn
caught in a vapor of brume
dance the macabre,
as the winds of winter call
an end to the pagan year.
© 2018 Colleen M. Chesebro
Celebrate my favorite time of the year. Write some Halloween poetry. Stay tuned… the new challenge is up tomorrow!