Welcome to my contribution to my weekly #Tanka Tuesday poetry challenge. This week, I kept the prompt words of "Fog" and "Change." Both words have many connotations. Depending on how you use your synonyms you can alter the meaning of your Tanka poetry in many ways. Don't be afraid to experiment with synonyms. Sometimes subtle meanings … Continue reading “The Lark Bunting” – A #Tanka #Poem
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Happy TANKA Tuesday everyone! Welcome to the TANKA CAFÉ. Are you ready to get groovy with your poetry? Then, you're in the right place! Pull up a chair, order some coffee or tea and let's write some TANKA poetry. Grab a cup of Joe or a cup of tea and read what's below… SO, LET'S … Continue reading Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka #Poetry Challenge #21 – “Fog & Change”
Brisk autumn mornings – fog and dew lay summer bare, while blue sky kisses paint lacy frost on spent blooms commencing my day anew. by Colleen Chesebro
Jennifer Nichole Wells' One Word Photo Challenge for last week's (I know I am late) weather word was "fog." That is easy to do here in Florida. It was 82 degrees F. this morning at 5:30 AM. I headed outside to take some shots of the fog that was floating about. The air was so … Continue reading Foggy Morning Blues
For my Word Snap Weekly challenge this week, sponsored by Amanda of Unique Art Chic, I would like to add a Tanka poem to celebrate warmer temperatures (for today only) and the return to fog and rainy mornings here in Pensacola, Florida. What is a Tanka, you ask? Here is what The Poem Workshop says: … Continue reading Shrouded Silhouettes
Day Five: Fog, Elegy, Metaphor I knew when you were gone it would be hard to see you again - ever in that same way. I cried when you made the choice to leave. I let you go like silken strands slipping from my waiting arms blowing in a heavy breeze. I felt your presence … Continue reading Writing 201: Poetry–Through a Fog of Tears
Day Five: Fog, Elegy, Metaphor I knew when you were gone it would be hard to see you again - ever in that same way. I cried when you made the choice to leave. I let you go like silken strands slipping from my waiting arms blowing in a heavy breeze. I felt your presence … Continue reading Writing 201: Poetry–Through a Fog of Tears
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