Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 163, #Poet’sChoice


It’s the first of the month and you know what that means! Poets, choose your own syllabic poetry form, theme, words, images, etc. It’s up to you!

PLEASE support the other poets by visiting blogs and leaving comments. Peer reviews help poets perfect their writing craft. Remember… sharing is caring.

For Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, you can write your poem in the forms defined on the Poetry Challenge Cheatsheet:

This challenge is not for free-style poetry. Read the Poetry Form Cheatsheet above to know the acceptable forms. The Gogyoka in English is the only form that does not require a syllable count per the five lines. Please be mindful that each line should be the duration of a single breath or a phrase. Choose your words carefully…

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.

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Every Tuesday I’ll post the challenge early enough so everyone can see it. Remember, there will be no recap.

The rules are simple. Write your poetry on your blog.

Do a link-back by placing the HTTPS:// address of the challenge post into your post. ALSO, please copy your poem and add it to the comments.

If you created a Haiga, let us know in the comments with a link to your post. Now, all of the poetry ends up on the challenge post in one place.

Follow the schedule listed below:

Don't forget

I will visit your blog, comment, and TWEET your POETRY. 

If you add these hashtags to the post TITLE on your blog (depending on which poetry form you use) your poetry may be viewed more often on Twitter:

#Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma, #Gogyoka

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Now, have fun and write some poetry!

Published by Colleen M. Chesebro

An avid reader, Colleen M. Chesebro rekindled her love of writing poetry after years spent working in the accounting industry. These days, she loves crafting syllabic poetry, flash fiction, and creative fiction and nonfiction. In addition to poetry books, Chesebro’s publishing career includes participation in various anthologies featuring short stories, flash fiction, and poetry. She’s an avid supporter of her writing community on Word Craft by organizing and sponsoring a weekly syllabic poetry challenge, called #TankaTuesday, where participants experiment with traditional and current forms of Japanese and American syllabic poetry. Chesebro is an assistant editor of The Congress of the Rough Writers Flash Fiction Anthology & Gitty Up Press, a micro-press founded by Charli Mills and Carrot Ranch. In January 2022, Colleen founded Unicorn Cats Publishing Services to assist poets and authors in creating eBooks and print books for publication. In addition, she creates affordable book covers for Kindle and print books. Chesebro lives in the house of her dreams in mid-Michigan surrounded by the Great Lakes with her husband and two (unicorn) cats, Chloe & Sophie.

104 thoughts on “Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 163, #Poet’sChoice

  1. Sharing a Haibun:

    Winter is different here in the desert southwest. While others up north have snow and more snow, we have sunshine days with a few freezing nights to keep us humble. Last night was one of those nights.

    I awaken to the garden fountain frozen and crusted with ice, yet it still labors to move the water. The birds, hungry from a long night of cold temperatures are having a feeding frenzy at the feeders. Scattered around the fountain edge are bodies of dead bees. They drink from this fountain daily, but the cold snap must have surprised them.

    I’m sad for the bees, but there is life in the garden, for a garden is a constant cycle of life, death, and rebirth.

    spring’s eternal hope
    from tiny seeds to flowers
    wildflowers blooming


    1. This is such a beautiful Haibun, Linda. I’m further west than you are and yesterday, the wind bombarded us long into the night. Today, the air is cold; the winds are still, and the sun is shining brightly. What a great place we live in! ❤


  2. Hi Colleen,
    I’ve tried for the first time my hand at Cinquain form of poetry. Thank you very much for the inspiration. Here’s my attempt :-


    Thank you all for stopping by and reading.


  3. Hi Colleen,
    I’ve tried for the first time my hand at Cinquain form of poetry. Thanks for the inspiration. Here’s my attempt :-


    Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

    Each layer, a,
    Story tightly holding,
    Fragrance, those caring to unearth,
    Hush! Hush!


  4. hey Colleen, a Haibun, PERFECT LOVE
    slow wondering breeze
    lacing desire in your touch
    fluttering with dreams
    He hears the call of love, akin to the inflections of hope in its whisper, immune to intonations of conspiracy in its song, deaf to the risk of treachery in its beat.

    amorous lover
    loving too much, quick to love
    questing for the one
    She bears a tranquilizing beauty, a beauty that ensnares all in a lustful trance, capturing and taming love-soaked hearts. But she feels broken, having many that love her but none that she can love.

    oasis of love
    his unwavering offer
    beseeching her heart
    giving all, taking nothing
    A perfect love, the wrong love


  5. Hello Collen,

    Hope you’re well. Can I share some Tanka poetry with you? 🙂

    In the calm of night

    A queer voice broke the silence

    I woke up from dream,

    A mournful song from downstairs.

    In quiet night, caged bird sings.


    1. It drizzled all day today. The sky is entrenched in that winter gray. I decided to go see what was going on in the garden. It was still asleep, mostly. With hints of green in the pots at the garden’s edge. Nothing is defined though, could all just be wild things as far as I could tell.

      A seagul cries. I look skyward just in time to see it soar across the gray and see its partner answer, then follow it.

      My eyes move to the bare branches of that small tree. It gets those fragrant white blooms that entice many birds in the spring. I think it starts out wiith berries. Its the water cooler of the back yard. I still don’t know what it is but it smells heavenly.

      among strewn decay
      crisp tall grass and withered vines-
      fragile heather blooms


      1. Not even close…it’s much more complicated than I anticipated, as things always are. But I decided to take today “off” from moving activities. Tomorrow: back to work.


  6. Beyond (a gogyoka)
    View from the window
    Frosted trees and bushes
    Blue peeks through white clouds
    Imagination removes the glass
    The soul flies with the birds
    ©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben


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