What an exciting week it has been. Thanks to everyone who put up with the switching of domain names between Word Craft Prose & Poetry and my author blog. I’m still working out the kinks… so please bear with me. If you see something wonky on my blog, please let me know. I appreciate you all! ~Colleen~
We combined challenges this week and I loved how you all picked up the themes and went with them. You’re such stars! Trent’s photo got us in the mood with a spectacular autumn scene. David Ellis’ words: “move and make” gave some some great synonyms to work with. Many thanks to you both!
Congratulations to all the poetry STARS who joined in this week!
|1.||Padre||8.||Dolores||15.||Linda Lee Lyberg|
|2.||Trent McDonald||9.||Dolores||16.||Vashti Quiroz- Vega|
|5.||Cheryl||12.||s. s.||19.||D. Wallace Peach|
|6.||Jude||13.||Myforever. blog||20.||You’re next!|
This week, for the #SyllablesOnly challenge, I selected Kat Myrman’s tanka prose, called “Just Breathe,” inspired by the photo by Trent McDonald and the prompt words Move (drift) and Make (forming) from David Ellis. This is such an excellent example of the divergence between forms. You have the prose portion that bears Kat’s thoughts and feelings. I bet most of us feel this way right now.
Notice how her tanka poem describes the beauty in the photo. Contrast that with her prose. This is what a juxtaposition is… Two separate thoughts that converge in one cohesive message. The link between the two is the phrase “just breathe…” something we all need to do for the next couple of months. ❤
I keep forgetting to breathe. The fear of dreadful unknowns fills my head. Though, not entirely unknown, having been ravaged by hate, unmanaged pandemics, misogyny, injustice, racism, bigotry, and a planet on fire for these last few horrible years, I am certain another four years of the same insanity would surely undo all that we hold decent and righteous and good. All of this hinging on a simple checkmark in a box, and on the outcome of a fragile, broken system. Not breathing seems a reasonable thing to do in times like these, though not very wise…
ruddy treetops on blue glass
where swans drift slowly
barely forming waves, the air
still, cool as it fills my burning lungs
The next poem I selected for the #PhotoPrompt challenge belongs to Diana Peach. Her creative double nonet also reflects the emotions of our current world! Notice how she flipped Trent’s photo! Now… how creative is that? Her poem reflects the topsy-turvy world of American politics, covid, and the general unrest we’re all sensing.
A Beholder’s Eye a beholder’s eye mirrors the mind blind to the bafflement of lies where seeing’s not believing a world turned upside down in clever madness leading white swans to slaughter plucked of heart yet wisdom shall surface for truth is love unfurled on bright wings beyond proud illusions swans glide on tranquil waters holding unguarded the others’ beloved reflections face to face ©2020 Diana Peach
Congratulations, Kat Myrman, it’s your turn to pick the syllables for next month’s #SyllablesOnly challenge. Please Email me your choice at email@example.com before next month’s challenge.
And… Congratulations, Diana Peach, it’s your turn to pick a photo for the #PhotoPrompt challenge for next month. Please Email me your choice at firstname.lastname@example.org before next month’s challenge.
See you tomorrow for a special celebration challenge!