TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 241, #SPECIFICFORM: TANKA PROSE

. Nature's Wounds I could always see a canopy of green trees outside my window.A plethora of birds rested and ambled on the branches as tiny squirrels climbed up and down,their bushy tails meticulously curled. The cuckoo sang to welcome the spring and parrots sat regally on the trees. In the rains, shiny leaves glistened… Continue reading TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 241, #SPECIFICFORM: TANKA PROSE

Thursday Thrum- a swirl (haiku)

Its raining in all its glory. The dark clouds have descended down to caress the forlorn earth. A sodden haze hangs in the air that permeates into your soul. Some call it rain blues but it only seems that the weary mind is borrowing the haze to veil what it wants to forget and the… Continue reading Thursday Thrum- a swirl (haiku)

COLLEEN’S 2020 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 232, #SPECIFICFORM

First, choose your favorite syllabic poetry form. Write your poem. Next, give your poem some different characteristics to make it something different. You can change the syllable count, rhyme scheme (add or get rid of it), anything you want to create a new form. Write this poem. Give your new syllabic poetry form a name.… Continue reading COLLEEN’S 2020 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 232, #SPECIFICFORM

#WritePhoto-The Tree-Man

The verdant forest was an untouched cloistered haven. Tall trees touch the skies as tiny bushes waltzed merrily at their feet. But the oasis was breached and the natives started cutting down the trees one by one. They bought the trees down and celebrated. What they did not know was that the sacred forest was… Continue reading #WritePhoto-The Tree-Man

Thursday Thrum- a waltz( a haiku)

A pleasant day with clouded sunshine and no rain. Birds chirp merrily and a lone cuckoo sings away a requiem to the spring hidden in the lush branches outside. Life's facade seems serene from outside. But beneath the calm surface is a tinder-box fuelled by fear, a vague sense of unease and eerie forboding. I… Continue reading Thursday Thrum- a waltz( a haiku)

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 62: (BLOW) in the C rhyme line.

Standing at a moment of time, When things will never be the same, Tides will always turn to proclaim, A beginning of new sublimes, As nature dances to sun's rhyme. Winds of refreshing change will blow, Mother Nature's warmth makes a show, But it casts an eye of disdain, On souls far in snowy domain,… Continue reading Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 62: (BLOW) in the C rhyme line.