cooler air
fall
through window seeps
greenery
fades
umber shines bright
nature's turn
for
introspection
Thank you for spending time with my blog. Simmering Seasons was written for the Tanka Tuesday prompt by Melissa. Thank you, Melissa and Colleen.
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the maples are green
first frost turns them ruby red
waving with each breeze
fading to sun-kissed bursting
crisp air of autumn whispers
Maple leaves turn from green, then red and eventually fade to rust/orange and even yellow. The turning of the leaves, ushers in Autumn.
Thank you for reading Autumn Whispers. It was written for the Tanka Tuesday prompt this week.
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Dancehall of Sorrows
That feeling you get
Drowning in regret
Lonely
Isolated, yet
Happy and content
Only
Seeing silhouette
Of past me, I fret
wholly
Dancehall of Sorrows was written for the Tanka Tuesday challenge by Melissa.
Is it possible to be happy and content and live with regret? This question is one that I was thinking about while writing the poem. If one has regrets, do they have to be down and out, and sad? The answer I came up with is no. A person can still live a full and happy life.
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palazzo pants, cute
wind blew, from bus to curb, butt
flopped on the concrete
Trendy; but Tricky is written for the Tanka Tuesday challenge hosted by Melissa. She invites us to have fun and experiment with haiku.
The poem I wrote is based on a true story. Back in the day, in the 90s I had on Palazzo pants. It was a cute two-piece set. So, I thought I was cute until… getting off the bus, the wind blew my pants and tripped me. I fell right on the curb where my butt met the concrete. It hit me that I fell in front of all the passengers on the bus and people in the establishment at the stop.
Just imagine, strutting your strut then the embarrassment brings you back to reality. At least the bus driver asked me if I was okay. I saw him fighting back his laugh as he drove off. A funny memory indeed. Trendy but tricky, beware. 😁
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losing weight, a chore
watching my figure, ho hum
my jeans are fitting
wow, smiling, happy to see
gotta love those genes of mine
Oh, Those Genes of Mine is written for the Tanka Tuesday challenge. Colleen asks us to have fun with homophones. I chose jeans and genes for my poem.
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Connection; or Needs
A Garland Cinquain
Connect
a human need
can you give me a call
we can talk shop, laugh, reminisce
Connect
Lunch date
can we break bread
let's grab some food, Cocktails
top it with a cute umbrella
Connect
Now that
we are happy
our being full of glee
doesn't it feel good to get out
Connect
Life is
a masquerade
an excursion of sorts
so full of possibilities
Fickle
We can
complain and moan
lock it in a chokehold
or show life what we came to do
Flourish
Connect
can we break bread
our being full of glee
so full of possibilities
Flourish
Connection; or Needs is a garland cinquain poem, written for the Tanka Tuesday challenge. Robbie is the host for this week, and she has asked us to write a story:
This week I am asking you to write a story poem that includes a beginning, middle and ending. Your poem should have a minimum of three stanzas but can have more if you prefer.
The story poem that I wrote is about the basic need of human connection. Just a simple telephone call or lunch get-together can be enough to fill that need. My first attempt at writing this style of poetry; apologies if it is not correct. I enjoyed experimenting and writing it, nonetheless.
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