Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 170, #ThemePrompt


It’s the fourth week of the month – time for a #ThemePrompt! Last month, I selected Sally Cronin to pick this month’s theme:

The Night Sky

On the Monday before the next challenge, I’ll select someone to choose next month’s theme. Have fun!

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:

Remember, the Gogyoka in English syllabic poetry form 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. You have a full week to write your poetry (Tuesday – Monday). Don’t forget to copy your poem into the comments on this post so that everyone can find your poetry.

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 #Gogyohka, #TankaProse

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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.

88 thoughts on “Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 170, #ThemePrompt

  1. Cloudy Night

    Clouds obstruct
    The gibbous moon
    And glittering stars
    Heavenly bodies peek
    From behind wind nudged nimbi
    Expectant of the storm’s passing
    Moist grass below awaits the rain’s end
    When the bright sun of morning will arrive


  2. Hi Colleen,

    Night time, and moon and stars seem to be a theme of my writing lately. So interesting. Here is my link for this week😊

    fitful wakeful dreams
    leaves me staring at night sky
    on this sleepless night

    in the cool darkness, a peace
    a setting free of worries


    Night Sky


    1. I changed it a little..

      from a fitful dream
      I wake staring at night sky
      on this sleepless night

      in the cool darkness, a peace
      a setting free of worries


  3. Hi Colleen, A Nonet for the theme prompt


    Dusk tells portends of its arrival
    whispers dark as obsidian
    thoughts and secrets awaken
    sparkling with appetite
    bold and unabashed
    thriving beneath
    shadowed veils
    and cloaked
    A time
    when shyness
    fades into dreams
    And realms of desire
    fade within moonlight’s beam
    Strewn upon the velvet blackness
    red, blue and yellow stars alight
    hidden emotions come out to play
    when dark and light meld upon the night sky


  4. Hi Colleen, I’m trying to publish my post, but something is wrong with the wordpress, I can’t published it or save the draft. Well here is my poem for this week, Gogyoka.

    Unlocking the door
    Feeling the scent of the night
    They remembered everything
    Seduced by the stars
    Drifting towards love


  5. Hi Colleen,
    Thank you for running the challenge. Thank you Sally Cronin for the theme.
    Here’s my effort, a double etheree :-


    Atop :-

    New chance,
    To aspire,
    New beginnings,
    Brake monotony,
    Unassuming light breeze,
    Chirping of birds energise,
    Morning freshness intoxicate,
    Rising sun, hope personifier,
    To re-live aspirations once again.
    Dusk, to reminisce, retrospect, ponder.
    In order, they gather, events of ,
    the day, discussed, under canvas,
    of entrancing twilight light,
    One time before morrow,
    Flock under worldwide,
    keeper of time,
    Setting sun,


  6. everything we need

    we do not
    need revelation–
    what will be
    should be un
    known, a mystery, like night
    skies, like orbiting—

    if we hold
    the stars, the cosmos,
    constant in
    awe, we have
    already seen both the be
    ginning and the end

    everything we need


  7. The sky was dark when I finally went to lay down in my bed at midnight. My game playing lulled me to sleep. When I awoke at 10am I was full of anger.

    The dark angry sky of night

    Reveals it’s evil


  8. Hi Colleen.. hope you are doing okay… here is my Night Sky Double Etheree

    Double Etheree – The Night Sky

    sun and moon,
    have ignited
    over thousands of years
    of scientists and poets
    who have attempted to explain
    the magnitude of the universe
    across light years into infinity.
    Under the canopy of the night sky
    as shooting stars light up the heavens,
    it is easy to imagine
    they have been sent from afar
    bringing us messages
    of goodwill to man
    and a welcome
    to visit

    ©Sally Cronin 2020


  9. Hello Colleen- A haibun.


    In the midnight blue sky, there is no pestilence or disease, only the brief flash of a dying star. There are no planes, only stars and the waxing moon. Somewhere high in the universe beyond my sight a cosmos is being born. I wrap my old blue sweater tighter still, giving myself a hug pretending it is my long passed mother. I am grateful she is gone and safe from this madness, for she lived through so much. She spoke often of the great depression and I listened. She told of hard and lean times, but there was always a pot of beans simmering on the stove to feed anyone who may be hungry. It’s because of these talks that my pantry is always well stocked. All those conversations all those years ago, did she know she was preparing me for this?

    celestial night sky
    each twinkling star a prayer
    beacons for passed souls

    ©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg


    1. You know my step-mother was hard to tolerate… but she also taught me how to survive with limited funds. Like your mother, I can’t imagine what she would say now (well, actually I can). After the sacrifices my parents made during WWII I think they would be sad that we’ve fallen to such levels in America. Linda, this is an amazing piece of poetry. I had goosebumps reading it the entire time. ❤


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