Welcome to our weekly poetry stars celebration. This week’s challenge was to write about the theme of “dreams,” using one of these forms: Haiku, Senryu, Haiga, Tanka, Gogyohka, Haibun, Tanka Prose, Renga, Solo-Renga, Cinquain, and its variations, Etheree, Nonet, Shadorma, Badger Hexastich (hexastich for short), and Abhanga.

Remember… the first of the month you can write any syllabic poetry form of your choice. The rest of the time, we write our syllabic poetry in one of the forms listed, and we follow a schedule (posted below). I do this for a couple of reasons. It requires those of you who would like to enter contests or to submit your poetry to literary journals to learn how to follow their rules. This challenge gives you that practice. Besides, why enter a challenge if you don’t follow the rules? That’s the challenge part. ❤

ALSO: Make sure you are grabbing the URL of your “published” post when you link back to the challenge and in Mr. Linky. If you need extra help with these features, let me know and I will help you. ❤

Many thanks to everyone who joined in below:

1.Trent McDonald10.Zander19.Donna Matthews
2.Padre11.Dave Madden20.kittysverses
3.Eugenia12.Gwen Plano21.Vashti Quiroz- Vega
4.Annette Rochelle Aben13.Erlyn Olivia22.Ruth Scribbles
5.Jules14.s. s.23.M J Mallon
6.Ritu Bhathal15.Anita Dawes24.Sally Cronin
7.willowdot2116.theindieshe25.Merril D. Smith
8.Cheryl17.Balroop Singh26.Kerfe Roig
9.D. L. Finn18.Heather Kelley27.Colleen M. Chesebro

Congratulations everyone! The poems this week were astounding! I have to share a few highlights because we all learn technique and style from each other:

Trent McDonald: Read his poem and follow the link to the discussion of his dream. There is some really strange stuff going on here! Definitely worth a read!

Zander: Notice how he writes his tanka by separating the two seven-syllable lines from the 5/7/5 portion. This effect produces a pleasing visual on the page. Many modern poets write their tanka in this form. I like it!

Willow: She took up the challenge to write a Diatelle. This poem shows how effective a rhyming scheme can be.

In the end, I went with Merril D. Smith’s Badger Hexastich, “The Dream.” This is a delightful poem. Notice how she put herself inside the painting as if she was part of the dream. Writing poetry is a form of communication and connection. When you share bits of yourself with your readers, your poetry becomes personal to the reader. ❤

This week, I’ve asked Merril D. Smith to choose the prompt for next month’s challenge. Please email your words to me at least a week before the challenge to tankatuesdaypoetry@gmail.com. Thanks.

Christian Krohg, “Tired” captured from Merril D. Smith blog

The Dream, #BadgerHexastitch

familiar, this
place, my house, but not—see
the walls dissolve, and I
am someone else

myself, I am
within, without—I am
fixed and infinite, I
am everything
I know.

©2021 Merril D. Smith

See you tomorrow for another Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge!



It’s the fourth week of the month! Are you ready for a theme prompt?

This month’s theme is:


On the Monday recap, I’ll select someone to choose next month’s theme.

For this poetry challenge, you can write your poem in the forms defined on the cheat sheet:

Here are some 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 don't get it


  • Write a poem using a form of your choice: Haiku, Senryu, Haiga, Tanka, Gogyohka, Haibun, Tanka Prose, Renga, Solo-Renga, Cinquain, and its variations, Etheree, Nonet, Shadorma, Badger hexastich, and Abhanga. The first of the month challenge, you can write whatever syllabic form you choose, but not this challenge.
  • Post it on your blog.
  • Include a link back to the challenge in your post. (copy the Https:// address of this post into your post).
  • Copy your link into the Mr. Linky below (underlined with a hyperlink).
  • Please click the small checkbox on Mr. Linky about data protection.
  • Read and comment on some of your fellow poets’ work.
  • Like and leave a comment below if you choose to do so.

The screenshot below shows what Mr. Linky looks like inside. Add your name, and the URL of your post. Click the box about the privacy policy (It’s blue). As everyone adds their links to Mr. Linky, you can view the other submissions by clicking on the Mr. Linky link on the challenge post. All the links will show in the order of posting.

Follow the monthly 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, #Renga, #SoloRenga, #BaxterHexastich, #Abhanga

Now, have fun and write some poetry!

“Dreams,” a Haiku

Welcome to my contribution to my Weekly #Poetry Challenge, where you can write your own Haiku, Tanka, or Haibun using the prompt words of lead & save. Remember, synonyms are encouraged. Please read the directions on my challenge post to make sure you are following the rules for these forms of poetry.

Please read the instructions on my challenge post to make sure you are following the rules for Haiku, Haibun, and Tanka.

The best poetry has layers of meaning.

Image Credit: BrainyQuote.com

This week, I decided to write a Haiku, called “Dreams.” I used “guides” for “lead” and “rescue” for “save.”

Both words have many connotations. Depending on how you use your synonyms you can alter the meaning of your prose & poetry in many ways. Don’t be afraid to experiment with synonyms. Sometimes subtle meanings pack the most punch in your poetry. Play with the words for different reactions.

Fairy spirit guides –
rescue me from my wild dreams,
fear controls my heart.

© 2017 Colleen M. Chesebro

See you next week!

#WQWWC – Writers Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge – “Comedy”

Hey, everybody! It’s time to get your quote selected. Get your creativity groove revved up so you can come up with a creative story, poem, or whatever else you would like to share about your quote. Remember, we have a week, so there is no great hurry! Take your time and just have fun!

Ronovan is in charge this week and he chose the theme of “COMEDY”

Please make sure to link to Ronovan’s post HERE. He also explains how to follow the challenge and gives us a link-back to last week’s post so you can see how creative everyone else was. In addition, Ronovan and I share your posts on social media for added exposure! Thanks for joining us.

I hope you will find the time to visit the blogs who participated last week for the theme of STRENGTH. This is a great way to meet some new bloggers and to read some amazing writing!

Here’s who joined us last week for our theme of “STRENGTH” (I love it when the pingbacks work)

#WQWWC – Writers Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge – “Strength” – ladyleemanila

Writers Quote Wednesday Strength | Annette Rochelle Aben

Writer’s Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge – Strength | Pearls Before Swine

Writers Quote Wednesday – STRENGTH | The Writer Next Door

Writer’s Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge – Strength

Writer’s Quote Wednesday // Sylvia Plath – ZEN AND Π

Your Strength – Writers Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge. | a cooking pot and twistedtales

Writer’s Quote Wednesday, 8/25/2016. – Nagrij writes the hits you never knew existed.

Fragile strength #midnighthaiku #WQWWC | Sue Vincent – Daily Echo

Writer’s Quote: On Defeats & Victories – Randoms by a Random

The Fiction Cafe

Finally a Writer

Two on a Rant

Haddon Musings

There was no denying Bob was having a restless night. He tossed and turned as if it was impossible to find a comfortable place in his bed. He swore there were lumps where there had never been lumps before. He threw the coverlet to the ground next to his side of the bed. The tangled sheets around his legs irritated him. He pulled at them tearing the top sheet from the bed. It fluttered to the floor in a pile near the coverlet. Petie, the family dog, lifted his head and cocked it to one side, wondering what his master’s problem could be this time.

His wife, Betty, rolled over and said, “Good grief, Bob. Settle down. I have work tomorrow.”

With a deep sigh, he rolled to the edge of the bed and swung his legs to the floor. He grabbed the sheet and placed it over his wife’s sleeping form. He watched her steady breathing, envious of how easily she could fall asleep. I wish I could sleep like that.

With a gentle motion, he slipped into the bed next to his wife. She never moved. Her blond hair splayed out covering the pillow. A soft snore escaped her lips.

Bob didn’t remember exactly when the dreams had begun, but the last six months had been hell. He had tried every home remedy there was. Over the counter sleeping pills made him snore. Chamomile tea did nothing for him other than to require him to get up to pee every hour. He tried reading and that made the dreams even more vivid. Counting sheep was a disaster, too.

It seemed that being unemployed had taken away everything from him, even his sense of humor. Now, it was affecting his sleep. He placed the book he had been reading on his nightstand and shut off the light.

In desperation, he rolled over and willed his eyes to close. His mind drifted. Soon, the sounds of his steady breathing signified he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Bob’s dream led him into a mist, so thick it was like pawing your way through cotton wool. The cloud dissipated and he found himself walking along a road lined with golden wheat fields on each side. The hot sun beat down on the undulating wheat shafts. “Where is this place?” he asked out loud.

An immediate response popped into his head. Kansas.

Kansas? Bob had never been to Kansas. He stood on the road pondering the complexity of his location. Far off in the distance, he heard the sound of raucous music playing. His feet moved forward, almost on their own accord, leading him toward the noise.

He walked for what seemed like miles. His steady pace brought him closer and closer toward the music. Finally, he spotted the source of the loud tunes. At the side of the road, right in the middle of the field was a Tiki bar like he had never seen before. The roof was covered with a thick layer of wheat shafts. Dried corn stalks were piled high on each side of the entrance into the bar. The polished wood floors contained a fine coating of sawdust that glistened in the light from a neon sign which flashed,” Karaoke,” in time to Bob’s rapid heart beat. What the…?

Bob stepped inside, careful not to slip on the sawdust. Glancing around, he realized the bartender looked familiar. He had seen that furry face before. It was, Petie, his faithful golden retriever.

“Hi, Bob,” Petie said. “What’ll you have?” He reached over and turned down the volume on the karaoke machine next to the bar.

“Ah…, I’ll have a beer,” he replied astounded at the fact that Petie could talk.

Petie popped the lid on a can of Coors and poured the amber liquid into a glass. A heavy white foam slipped over the edge of the glass. “When did you start drinking beer?” he asked.

Bob shook his head in wonder. When had he started drinking beer? “I don’t know for sure. When did you start talking and tending bar?”

Petie barked in laughter. “Good question, Bob.” The dog wiped up the foam from the bar top. “So, do you know why you’re here?”

Bob scanned the room. It was empty. “Not really.”

Petie panted as his tongue lolled to the side of his mouth. “If you build it, they will come.”

“What did you say?” He took a long drink of his beer. A streak of foam lined the top of his lip.

“If you build it, they will come.” Petie refilled his glass. He was careful to pour the second beer so the foam didn’t spill onto the bar top.

Bob scratched his head. “Build, what?”

“This – a karaoke bar,” Petie said. The dog motioned with his paws. “If you build it, they will come.”

Bob felt the laugh form in his belly. He couldn’t stop himself. He howled with laughter. Tears rolled down his face. “This is the craziest dream, I’ve ever had.” Bob wiped his eyes with his pajama sleeve.

“It would solve your unemployment issue,” Petie replied as he polished a glass with a white cloth.

“True.” He continued to chuckle. What could have prompted this crazy dream? A Karaoke bar? It was something to think about, though. Bob pondered the idea while he finished his beer. He drained the glass and placed it on the bar top.

He awakened with a start. He had to go to the bathroom with an urgency that made him leap from his bed. He sprinted into the bathroom where he relieved himself. He smelled the strange aroma of beer on his breath. Beer? I don’t even like beer.

It was then the foggy remnants of his dream played out in perfect detail in his muddled mind. A karaoke bar?

Bob stumbled back to his bed and sat down. Where on earth had he gotten such a crazy idea? A karaoke bar. He had to smile. In the dim early morning light, his eyes were drawn to the title of the book he had tried to read the night before. In bold print was the title, “Field of Dreams.” With a chuckle, he shook his head and pulled the covers over his shoulder.

Petie shook himself awake with a loud jingle of his tags. The dog wandered over to Bob’s side of the bed and placed his wet nose against his arm. “I know, Petie. If I build it, they will come.” Petie licked his master’s face. Bob smiled into his pillow.


This short story was inspired by my husband’s dream. The only difference was, there were two Pomeranians who had a karaoke bar in Kansas. Don’t ask! We did have a good laugh over this last night! 😀

& EMBRACE YOUR SENSE OF HUMOR! Go ahead… share what comedy means to you! 

RonovanWrites Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt Challenge #40 New & Time

Ron’s prompt words to us this week were, “new and time.” I am fully immersed in my writing of the Swamp Fairy and find my dreams filled with shadowy visions of plot lines, and tales yearning to be told. I struggle to find enough time to write. It is almost consuming!

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