Colleen’s 2019 #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge Recap No. 129, #SynonymsOnly

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 in the menu item called Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Guidelines.

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Life has a way of stepping in and giving us a good shake up every now and then. This past week was my turn. We’ve lived in Colorado over three years, and since last fall I’d developed some strange health issues. The verdict is finally in, and the doctors have advised me to move to a lower elevation (we’re at 7,000 ft) – pronto! Our house goes up for sale on April 3rd. By the following Monday, we will be on our way to Albuquerque, NM on a house hunting expedition where I’ve found some amazing homes around 5,000 ft or below in elevation.

When the universe speaks… I listen. The gypsies are on the move again. The next few months are going to be busy, and I tire easily. If one Monday you notice that I didn’t complete the recap, please understand that I did my best to get it done. I’ll continue posting the challenges as they are quick and easy to set up. I’ll keep you all posted on my moving progress.

SO… please email your poem to me if you believe the submission form failed. This post takes close to 4 hours to complete. Help me showcase your work. If I don’t get an email from you, I won’t be adding your poem. It takes too long for me to search through ping-backs and the web to find your work. I hope you understand. ❤

The Poet of the Week will be published in the 2019 Poet of the Week Anthology, which everyone will be able to grab as a FREE PDF in January 2020.

Each week, I like to highlight a poet who I call the Poet of the Week, who has shared an exceptional message, or shown 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 D. G. Kaye, aka Debby Gies and her Haibun, double Senryu (with video) called “Humanity,” as the Poet of the Week. Not only did her poetry speak to me but the video is moving beyond words. Sometimes, we need a reminder of who we are and what is at stake. ❤ (The video can be found further down in the post).

Not sure of the difference between a Senryu and Haiku? Read the links to learn more.

“Humanity,” by D.G. Kaye

I believe with all the madness in the world, these moments in times of 
turmoil serve as reminders of ongoing world struggles we live through
and somehow overcome. But the past has a way of resurfacing. This
video is a quick refresher course on some of the biggest things in life
that can happen to us – things we often take for granted thinking 
they’ve been eradicated – things we think won’t happen again.
But they do.
Life is like a sport
We keep on striving to win
Winners and losers
Keep sight of the wins
The alternatives are dire
Lives become the game
when you watch the video – Even though I did…

We had an amazing selection of poetry this week and some of it was political. Real life events bleeds into our own worlds often. Some of you poetically voiced your opinion and whether you agree or not, please mind your manners. Political poetry is some of the most powerful prose in the world often filled with an individual’s specific passion and fervor. Politicians could learn a lot from their constituents if they read their political poetry. And, for those politicians who can’t or don’t like to read… maybe someone could read it to them.

Because politics is HOT and we are split between two factions in this country (and many other countries in the world) please do not force your viewpoint on the other poets. I endeavor to give both sides a voice but I don’t want anyone attacked for their political views. ❤

CONGRATULATIONS Debby Gies – Poet of the Week
Mar 26 – Mar 31, 2019


Sprouting Seeds, #Etheree by Linda Lee Lyberg

planting seeds 
an obsession 
of joyous delight 
to see tender green shoots 
pushing their way through rich earth 
basking in fresh spring's sunshine glow 
dancing in the cool rains, swaying to 
nature's music wafting on fragrant breeze.


“Ball,” #Haibun by Holly Fister

The ball bobbed along, backspinning. Eager water surged over a long, 
flat rock - the last barrier - and shot out into open air. The ball, of course,
followed as captive. It plummeted down the length of the falls toward a rock
that cut the water’s descent, sending spray and mist all directions.
Sploink! The ball compressed and exploded up into blue sky. What glorious
hang time! The runaway sailed through the air, past cherry trees and fresh
green grass until gravity yanked it down with finality. Plunged into the water
once more, the ball’s buoyancy wouldn’t let it stay under, so it popped back
up, this time in a pool of calm water.

Discarded after a long season of sport, the once red ball had lain
dormant under the summer sun and later a blanket of snow, slowly fading
with the passing months until spring rains dislodged it. Now, though, it
gleamed brightly in the sun. “Mommy, look!” A shrill voice pierced through
the roar of the waterfall. Small hands scooped the ball up, promising more
days of fun.

puddle reflects sun
evaporates, congregates
down again as rain


Audacity, #Nonet by Kat

risking all
against the odds,
spring calling, that
seduces buds to bloom,
a labor of love, despite
the lingering threat of winter, 
for one glorious day in the sun


Child’s Past time, #Haiku By Ruth Scribbles

Digging in the dirt
Building roads for little trucks
My favorite craze


“Enjoyment”, #Haiku by Hélène – Willow Poetry

leisure engender
child within…amicable
sane entertainment


Emotions, #tanka by Elizabeth

spinning emotions
harmonizing my movements
obsessed with the tracks
the scratches being buffed out
only pleasure and lightness


“Life,” #Tanka by Vashti Quiroz-Vega

Life is but a game
Sometimes it may seem unfair
But we must all learn
Frolic and find diversion
When you change the game changes


Shadow Games, #tanka #haibun by Trent McDonald

I am going along, getting on with my life. I hear a voice, stop and look, You are 
having fun with your favorite diversion, or so it seems. You behave like
you’re in a show, but are acting only for yourself, for you do not see me
here. And then it hits me, and I have to wonder, do I really see you?

I see your shadow
Absorbed into your pastime
I want to join in
I’m not really part of it
I’m on the outside, looking in


Walkies – #Senryu by H. R. R. Gorman

Dogs frolic on hikes.
Humans withstand the pastime.
At least floors stay clean.


Dress Up, #Shadorma by Annette Rochelle Aben

Gussied in sparkles
Feathered shoes
Neon nails
Twas magical amusement
For a five year old


Butterfly-sipping, #Etheree by Jane Dougherty

the field 
sipping we dip 
from scented flower 
to deep riverside shade 
as if summer never ends
and it is not winter we hear 
trumpeting in its jackbooted dance 
to the martial beat of the turning year.


The Devil Dances, #Shadorma by MyForever77

Hall of Shame
Mainstream ruse — passion 
Not of Truth
Still, flirt with conspiracy 
The devil dances!


Hobby & Play, #Tanka by Abbie Johnson Taylor

Reading a good book,
a pleasurable pastime,
I have fun with words,
words that take me far away
from the stresses of the day.


A Bishop’s Walk – Haibun by theresaly520

Take a lonely path 
Beyond the arch, his refuge
The grand post brings hope

The bishop’s robes glide across the cobbled stones dragging a layer of snow
as he leisurely walks across the courtyard. He takes enjoyment in basking in
the simple pleasures of the oil lamps warm glow that give the cathedral an
inviting presence during a cold winter evening. He just got back from a
prayerful hike in the mountains behind the cathedral, one of his favorite,
pleasurable avocations. He can’t wait to perform a few hymns on the organ
listening to the melodies echo in the ideal room acoustics of the main hall
before he leaves for his journey in the deep north. It helps keep him young
at heart despite all the white hair brought about from the hardships he has
aced this past year.


Pastime, #Senryu by the Dark Netizen

In Heathen Chapel,
I Indulge in My Pastime,
Torturing Men’s Souls…


The Game, #Senryu by Tina Stewart Brakebill

trick or treat, she said 
a silly game to pass time 
but the trick felt real


“Dream Job,” Senryu by Ritu

Childhood past-times can
Evolve into fruitful jobs
Work can be fun too


“Shells,” #Haiga #Senryu by Ethan Dale Eagar


A Hudson River Sojourn: a #TankaTuesday #TankaProse by Frank J. Tassone

Plush-plush, say the double-headed paddle, as each head pulls 
the brackish water of the Hudson river. Our kayaks flow with the tidal
current of New York’s mother river; our strokes adjust our course more
than propel us.

We break for lunch on the shore of Pollepel Island, beneath Bannerman
Castle. Then we return to the river, where we traverse the Tappan Zee, the
river’s widest point.

The shimmer of afternoon sun on the ever-rippling water; the seasonal
breezes that rise and fall; the refreshing cool of the late-summer water:
I breathe deep and savor the joy of being in the heart of the lower
Hudson Valley.

Oh, what fun
this watery diversion
from life closing in
Oh, that every day
I could flow with the current


Fields of Dreams, #Haiga by Kerfe Roig


Vital Ingredients, #Tanka by Robbie Cheadle

 In order to succeed
You must have a strong passion
and desire to learn
The one other requirement
An ability to rest


“This Monastic Life”, #Etheree by Violet Lentz

this monastic
life. Avocation
of rule in silence tread
whilst physical pursuits renounced,
spiritual devotions invoke
mercy, since prayer and meditation
fail to squelch- the itch of woolen robes.


Play & Hobby, #Double #Etheree by Anita Dawes

game is
made for two
no easy hobby
challenge met game on
I have played once before
remember, small also wins
guard your King, for I have Castled
the game is mine, today I shall win
Lay down your King now you must surrender
I fear I may have played my hand too soon
I forgot the small but mighty pawn
my sudden thought of winning dashed
the challenge has been renewed
I have not lost all yet
pleasure still remains
my Bishop strikes
he must move
his king


I wander down Memory Lane #Haibun by Sally Cronin

I wander down my memory lanes, searching for a distraction. It is a pleasant 
pastime to dredge up events and people from distant years. To remember
the childish laughter, to frolic again in summer sun and winter snow. I strive
to recapture that love of life and sense of fun. And there it is. I am ready to
face the real world again.

Life is a circle
Seasons come and seasons go
back to whence we came


The Slide, #Shadorma by Antonia Sara Zenkevitch

Bone weary;
this drama has me
soul fatigued;
perform faux democracy;
facts erased; side-lined.


“To Dance in the Soft Breeze”, #Cinquain by Dorinda Duclos

To dance
Like the soft breeze
Puts a spring in your step
Creates diversion from the norm
Let loose!


“Ullassa” #Nonet by Donna Matthews

moonlight finding us ready for bed
leisurely strum of guitar strings
spilling quiet melodies
sleepy eyes say goodnight
teddy bear on guard
enjoying you


“Love of Music” #Haibun #Senryu by Miriam Hurdle

I loved music, photography, and drawing as a kid. If I had a choice of a 
different career, I would prefer to do something with music. The popular
vocations for girls were being teachers or nurses at that time. For the practical
reason, I chose to be a teacher and took part in music as an enjoyment at
leisure. I have had fun singing all my life. My two sisters, Yolanda and Queenie,
and I sang in Mercy’s wedding in 2011. I sing in chorale groups and Messiah
concert on an ongoing basis.

Live a balanced life
Keep a reasonable job
To afford pleasure


Humanity, #Haibun #Double #Senryu by D.G. Kaye

I believe with all the madness in the world, these moments in 
times of turmoil serve as reminders of ongoing world struggles we live
through and somehow overcome. But the past has a way of resurfacing.
This video is a quick refresher course on some of the biggest things in life
that can happen to us – things we often take for granted thinking  they’ve
been eradicated – things we think won’t happen again. But they do.
Life is like a sport
We keep on striving to win
Winners and losers
Keep sight of the wins
The alternatives are dire
Lives become the game


Gamer, #Etheree by WillowDot21

Engaging fun
Diverting obsessed
All Consuming passion
Spinning the big wheel of time
The opposite of employment
Fiddling with the knobs, in your free time.
Be it craft or an obsession, it’s dark.


Network of Strings, #Haiku #Senryu, #Tanka network, by Above the Cylinder


See you tomorrow for the challenge post!

Are you looking for more writing/poetry/photography challenges?

H.R.R. Gorman has created a comprehensive list on his blog. Click HERE to learn more. ❤


  1. Congratulations, Debby! What a collection of poetry this week, Colleen.

    The last trip to Colorado Spring, the taxi driver said, “Drink a lot of water.” I guess living in a high altitude is different than a lower attitude. I hope you’ll find a suitable home soon, Colleen, and solve your health issues. ❤

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    1. Thanks, Miriam. The elevation has weakened my blood vessels and I’ve had bleeding under my skin. I also have developed central sleep apnea, different from obstructive sleep apnea. Not a good thing with my asthma so as soon as we can move we’re moving on. ❤️

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      1. Sorry to hear that, Colleen. It sounds like you must move as soon as possible. I know high elevation has thinner air, not helpful for your breathing.

        My daughter had asthma from birth and was bad almost all her life. It was a long story but she found out she was allergic to dairy products. She is vegetarian and now she goes on vegan diet. After she stopped taking dairy products, she didn’t mention about asthma attack.
        Allergy is a strange thing in our body. A friend said she took a micro nutrition test and the report showed different reaction toward food and ingredients.
        ❤ ❤

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          1. Yup! That’s the way to do it! I used the Summer Solstice for mine and will do a Winter Solstice this year. Fairies, Myths, & Magic all about the Winter Solstice. Great fun. ❤️

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  2. Dear Colleen so sorry to hear that you are having health problems. I hope the move will be swift , painless and uncoplicated. I also hope the health issues disapate speedily. Sending love and healing vibes. We done Debbie poet of the week, well done everyone. 💜💜💜💜

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  3. I’m absolutely over the moon Colleen. Thank you so much. I’m thrilled to know I could evoke emotion with my poetry. And thanks for pointing out the difference between Haiku and Senryu, lol, I’m still confused. ❤ xxx

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  4. Finally had time to come back and read them all. A great selection 🙂 And a good video. I’m sorry you have been having health issues. Yeah, altitude can be difficult for some. Good luck in your move.

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  5. All of them so lovely! I had a busy Monday, only now I’ve time to check them out. I always love poetry, but I feel my intimacy with it is increasing recently, I am giving more value to the form, learning to appreciate more the details, thanks to you! Have a great day!

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  6. Each one of these entries is special, Colleen! I read Miriam, Sally, Ritu, Robbie, and Frank’s. . . Each with an autobiographical reference. I was very touched by Debby Gies’ entry and its eerie, political and worldwide implications! Thank you to all who submitted their beautiful words. 📄 🌟 💖 🌠 Colleen, I thought I already followed you year’s ago. . . Signed up again! ❤️

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    1. Oh, thank you so much! I’ve had a lot of refollows. It’s the WP gremlins again. LOL! Thanks so much for reading. I love my poets. They don’t get enough credit for what they do. Thanks for reading. It’s so very appreciated. ❤


    2. Thank you so much Robin. I have no doubts you felt the power of this video. Maybe we’ll see you join in here soon too. ❤ xxx


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