WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!
Hi! I’m glad to see you here. Are you ready to write some syllabic poetry?
Here are your two words for this week:
Grace & Style
HERE’S THE CATCH: You can’t use the prompt words! SYNONYMS ONLY!
PLEASE support the other poets by visiting their blogs and leaving comments. Sharing each other’s work on social media is always nice too.
This challenge is for Haiku, Senryu, Haiga, Tanka, Haibun, Etheree, Nonet, Shadorma, and Cinquain poetry forms. Freestyle rhyming poetry is not part of this challenge. Thank you. ❤
For Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, you can write your poem in one of the forms defined below. Click on the links to learn about each form:
CINQUAIN & the variations on Cinquain-Wikipedia
Here are some great sites that will help you write your poetry and count syllables
This site even has a link so you can install the extension on Google Chrome.
For Synonyms and Antonyms. When your word has too many syllables, find one that works.
Find out how many syllables each word has. I use this site to compose my poems. Click on the “Workshop” tab, then cut and paste your poetry into the box. Click the Count Syllables button on the button. This site does the hard work for you.
I will publish the Tuesday prompt post at 12: 03 A.M. Mountain Standard Time (Phoenix, AZ). That should give everyone time to see the prompt from around the world. The RECAP is published on Monday and will contain the poetry from the Poet of the Month and any Honorable Mentions.
You have one week to complete the Challenge with a deadline of Sunday, at 12:00 P.M. (Noon) Phoenix, AZ, U. S. A.
Follow the schedule listed below:
Let’s try something different. It would be great to see everyone’s poetry on one post. I’m trying to find a plugin that will help us with this issue. Stay tuned.
In the meantime…
Instead of a link-back, copy and paste your poem in the comments. This will work except for Haiga poetry. In that case, copy the link of your poem in the comments and let us know that it’s a Haiga.
As time allows, I will visit your blog, comment, and TWEET your POETRY. I have also been sharing some of your poetry on Facebook.
If you add these hashtags to your post TITLE on your blog (depending on which poetry form you use) your poetry may be viewed more often:
#Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma
You may copy the badge I have created to go with the Weekly Poetry Challenge Post and place it in your post. It’s not mandatory:
Have fun and write some poetry! Don’t forget to copy and paste your poem in the comments!
121 thoughts on “Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 153 #SynonymsOnly”
Hi Re-enacts. Don’t forget to paste your poem in the comments. ❤️
Spellcheck on my iPhone. 😣 So sorry ❤️
No issue 🙂
I’m so sorry Reena. Goofy iPhone.
Hi Colleen. Here is my poem for this week. Will be back to read.
under the bluest sky
and warm caribbean sun
coconut palms sway –
such grace and ease of design,
no worries of wintry days
Oh this is sweet! Are you on vacation? ❤️
I was, back home now though, sadly.
Lucky you! 🥰
Adroitly she glides across the floor
Epitome of elegance
She draws every eye to her
Embodiment of poise
Her smile aglow
You’re on a roll with these Nonet’s Padre. I’m loving them!
Padre, don’t forget to paste your poem in the comments. ❤️
Every move perfect
He dominates the room
Exuding pure elegance
His silk cravat expertly tied
The belle alone standing at his side
Well done, Padre. This is great seeing everyone’s poetry in one place. Why didn’t we think of this before?
Thanks Colleen…will get on it..hugsxx ♥
Hi Colleen thank you for the lovely prompt.. it brought my mother to mind.. so I have written a double etheree and I have used ‘Embellish and Flair’ it will be on my blog tomorrow, but lovely and easy to cut and paste here for people to read too..
Double Etheree – The Duchess by Sally Cronin
her love of clothes.
She would embellish
the plainest of jackets,
gracing her neck with silk scarves
usually in shades of bright pink.
A colour that she had adopted
when a child as her signature palette.
Her love of pink became legendary
as did her fashion tips and advice.
These included strict instructions
in a letter when ninety,
which jacket she would wear
on her last journey.
Rose pink of course.
Oh Sally! I got goosebumps! What a gorgeous tribute to your mother. I’m loving the poems in the comments! Easy for everyone to read. ❤️
Great Colleen.. out on the blog tomorrow with another plug for the challenge..♥♥
Thank you so much, Sally. ❤
What a gracious tribute, Sally.
Thank you Violet..very kind of you.
This is so beautiful Sally 💜
Thank you Willow..♥
A pleasure Sally 💜
thanks Linda x
Hi Colleen! I did a haibun and nonet this week. I hope you enjoy! https://trentsworldblog.wordpress.com/2019/11/12/warmth-haibun-nonet/
Cool. Did you paste them in the comments? That way everyone can see your poems. ❤️
It is a dark and cold November day. The clouds are dragging grey across the dull sky, faded dead leaves litter the ground. Even the fire doesn’t provide warmth. I need something to spark my flame. I need you.
You beckon, drawing me into the bedroom. Beneath the sheets, you cuddled in my arms, I see lovers in the vibrant clouds. The setting sun glints rainbows on the tropical waters with horses dancing in the waves. A warm breeze over the cool, majestic mountains makes me forget the forecast of snow. Waterfalls near and far pulls me more into your allure.
I search you out on a cold dark day
Your agile tongue speaks in my mind
I follow your elegance
Dreaming with open eyes
Bewitched by your tone
On your pages
Trent! This is excellent! I love it! Most definitely one of your best! The twist at the end is perfect! ❤️
Thanks! For the first time I combined with another prompt, and the prose part matches the picture used 🙂 But it is much funner without the picture, so there is more of a twist.
This is good poetry. I though it was about a woman but hey! A book! I love it. 😂
Thanks! Yeah, I was a bit sneaky there 😉
Uhm… Yes 😉
of thoughts enables
till I find
my groove – so strong
it will sustain rebellions
Reena Saxena (c)2019
Excellent! Thanks, Re-enacts ❤️
Propriety be damned
By Violet Lentz
“If My Lady would indulge me.” He bows smartly at the waist, his pampered palm outstretched. Every rule of decency demands, I must elegantly accept.
His spit shine and neatened whiskers a blatant effrontery of couth, as ill intention sweet as succor slips, past lewd lascivious lips.
I smile through risen bile, endure his heated breath upon my nape. As stripped of everything but, title, all propriety be damned, I do as desperation dictates- and oblige- this deplorable ilk of man.
dread of derision
erases all decorum
I sure hope I am doing this right, Colleen. I haven’t participated in a while, and the posting rules have changed.
Either way, It is my pleasure to be here again.
Wow! This is fabulous! We were trying to figure out a way that everyone could read the poetry on the challenge post without me having to do all the work on a recap. You still do a post, just copy the poem here too – which you did. ❤
Hi Colleen here is my entry,
Thank you for another great challenge.💜💜💜
Willow, don’t forget to share your poem in the comments. ❤
Oh! Yes sorry I am all upside down today 💜
No worries. 🥰
Oops I have done it twice now, sorry 💜
That’s ok. 🥰
Here is the Tanka.
Join me for this meal
Lets give thanks as pilgrims did
They survived hard times
They left their homes full of hope
Enjoy fruits of first harvest.
Instead of saying how apt your words are for self-description I thought I would try this instead, to be found at http://bobfairfield.org/2019/11/12/colleens-2019-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-153-synonymsonly-grace-style/
Bobby, add your poem here in the comments so everyone can see. Thanks, friend. 😀
It’s in the one above but here we go
Strings cannot withstand
the consummate elegance
of the wielded bow,
low tears wrenched from moistened eyes,
released by the cello’s mood.e go,
Thanks Booby. We’re trying to make the poetry easier to find. ❤️
Yes. People are having a hard time visiting all the posts. This makes it easy to find on the challenge post itself. ❤️
Join me for this meal
Lets give thanks as pilgrims did
They survived hard times
They left their homes full of hope
Enjoy fruits of first harvest.
Lovely, dear Willow! Great idea to share in the comments! ❤️
Thanks, Colleen! Here’s my latest:
Thanks, Frank. Don’t forget to share in the comments too. ♥️
My Tanka-prose includes an extensive quote from Basho and two photos. I don’t know if they’ll display well in the comment box.
I haven’t got to reading through all that’s going on. Are we to share our poems in the comment section from here onward?
The idea is to still write on your blog and copy to the comments. This way, all the poetry will be on the challenge post for everyone to read. Should have thought of this before. ❤️
Hi Colleen, a stylish double butterfly cinquain for this prompt. https://wp.me/pb1eoq-9r
Title: Commanding Presence
Due to her approach to life
She attracts respect
©2019 Annette Rochelle Aben
Lovely, Sis! ❤️
Thank you, so much!
Hi Sis! Here’s the link and here’s my haiku ❤ https://dorindaduclos.com/2019/11/13/on-flying-south-haiku-poetrychallenge/
"On Flying South"
Heading south, in formation
Wings spread, open, wide
Ohhh, I love this! ♥️🧚♀️
Thanks so much!! So many great poems so far!! ❤
It was a great idea to share our poetry in the comments. I have no idea why I never thought of that. LOL! 😀
I’m glad you did it! It’s so much easier, especially for you! ❤
It’s fabulous! ❤️
Approach to stillness
Keep the poise all the moments
Magic will surface
Magic will surface! I love that Elizabeth. ❤️
Thanks Colleen, I’m always looking for magic!
Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Challenge
Synonyms for Grace & Style, a Haiku
she polishes and blots out
her method unique—
a writer’s office
Oh, very nice Traci. ❤️
Thank you. I was afraid it’d be too common.
Write what comes out of you, Traci. Sometimes “common” is what speaks to us most. ❤️
Sounds like great advice!
Just let the words flow ♥️
Shadorma: Resting Awhile
caught off guard
sudden winter storm
her beautiful patterned wings
Lovely imagery! ❤️
Hey Colleen! Here I have written a prose enveloped haibun. The theme of my poem is the sacred river Ganges that flows in India. In recent years, it has become the most polluted river in the world. I have tried to bring the issue into light through the poem. It’s a bit long haibun, so it would be difficult for the readers to read it completely here as I have explained the context at the end of the post. I would request you to please check it out through this link
Thanks, Mistella. Please copy and paste your poem in the comments. ❤️
Yea here I go!!
Ganges at Six in the Morning
I and me, crossing the Ganges on a freight train, see the horizon enveloped in life. Indian women with their own elegance borrow water from the goddess. Men, after the holy dip, join their hands before the sun.
Heart of India
Lies in this stream, which spread and
Sanctify their souls.
I can see life and death at the same time. Bodies which no longer breathe, are being drown in it. Also, the bodies which breathe are drawing water to drink. But it’s difficult to find which body is alive and which one’s dead.
Plastics, garbage, dance
on surface, to enter bodies,
Whether breathe or not.
And now the river’s crossed. I look inside. The bodies beside mine have closed their eyes. Some are open, but are of no use. Their mouths are whispering to each other in their own fashion. Some talk of politics, some about the mythology. Oh! They also know the stories about the purity of Ganges. But…
None of these stories
Can sanctify the drops which
Purify these mouths.
Now I need to be ready, for my stoppage is arriving. I dare not call it my destination as it’s already decided. The sacred Ganges that I crossed is the ultimate end of this body. Like all of them, I also have to die before death. [“I’m a critic of left wing ideology.”
“You’re right. They don’t respect the indian culture.”
“By the way who will win the election this time. What do you think?”]
And here comes my stoppage. Let’s meet new bodies, new eyes and new mouths.
Wow! This is amazing poetry! ❤️
My senryu is @ https://wp.me/p93zQi-x6
And the lines are as follows:
Beauty in her soul,
Her bright spirit a beacon,
But still much maligned.
Oh, fabulous! ❤️
Hi, Colleen! Happy Friday! Thanks for hosting this wonderful prompt challenge!
https://vashtiqvega.wordpress.com/2019/11/15/poetry-friday-grace-style/ ❤ xo
Hugs Sis ❤️
I’ll go get the poem and post.
the peacock swaggers
onlookers gaze eagerly
feathers sweep the lawn
elegant manner displayed
fancy tail quivers and sways
Hello Colleen! A little background one my post. Years ago, I had a session with an Indian Shaman, and he said one of my spirit animals is coyote, and named me Crystal Blue Coyote.
named my spirit animal
charming and winsome
How cool! Crow and Coyote keep me out of trouble for sure. 😂
Short and sweet this time. 🙂 A Crapsey Cinquain.
the rosy red
blooming, adorning the sky
fashioning the day’s beginning,
Lovely, Merril! ❤
Thank you, Colleen.
Haibun: Marceline’s Stage Fright (https://theresaly520.wordpress.com/2019/11/17/tell-the-story-marcelines-stage-fright/)
Nowhere to turn but the now
Moon is spotlighting
After meeting with lobbyists from various advocacy groups all day, Princess Marceline attempted to sleep. Despite residing in the comfort of her castle, she was entangled in her sheets and unable to rest in her bed as she tossed and turned. In her dream, she was supposed to pitch several ideas and initiatives to help her country recover from the damage caused by war by presenting a speech in front of the people she served. Wearing a brilliant blue gown designed by fashion designer, Pierre, she marveled at the beauty of the intricate lacy French brocade near her wrists.
She pulled the curtains aside and stepped forward out to the balcony. As her subjects’ eyes attentively stared back at her, Marceline’s typical poise was disturbed by her inability to speak. She suddenly remembered something that a dear friend once shared with her which elevated her spirit.
“Surfing in crowds is like mind over matter. If I don’t mind it don’t matter.” -Brodus Rogers
Her trembling was imperceptible from such a far distance, but she refused to be daunted by the anxiety of her temporary muteness. She drew in strength from her loyal, dedicated audience and smiled. She turned to her interpreter on the right and began performing sign language. The interpreter read her hands and began speaking into the mike and out to the crowd before her, “Thank you for coming out today. Contrary to a popular critic’s prediction that the crowd will not come out due to the cold and rain, it seems like today is quite the exception!” Marceline slowly felt the anxiety melt away as the crowd cheered in unison.
Lucid dreams present
A chance to change the outcome
Dignity and charm
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