Originally posted on willowdot21: WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY! It’s the first of the month and we know whatever that means! Poets, Choose your own syllabic poetry form, theme, words, images, etc. It’s up to you! This week I chose a simple Etheree. Pressure Image from Pixabay The pressure Weighs heavy My shoulders bend Dragging me…

Originally posted on kimbladeswriting: Three syllabic poems this week: ************************************ The fragile eggshell jagged, empty, now only skeletal remains *********************************** Pink sky at sunset supposed shepherd’s delight, the sheep aquiesce *********************************** Ignorance is bliss only for the ignorant for others’ its hell ************************************ copyrightkimblades2020

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Originally posted on Susan's Place: The following senryu poem was written for: Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 167, #Poet’sChoice Looking Up At The Moon by S.Zutautas   Looking up I see the moon peaking at twilight darkness soon to come © Susan Zutautas 2020  

Originally posted on eastelmhurst.a.go.go: I’m careful to enunciate my R’s.   In my roomful of books I’ll never read.  My diction is quite proper, with no flaws. I’m careful to enunciate my R’s.  It’s not that I am hoping for applause. Broad knowledge has it’s place, I do  concede. I’m careful to enunciate…

Originally posted on eastelmhurst.a.go.go: Noontime Angelus bells. Flag ruffles in the wind.  Family walks by with children. Hot sun.   I seem to have made a mistake  about my very first ever entry into COLLEEN’S 2020 WEEKLY TANKA TUESDAY .  This is my attempt at a cinquain.

Originally posted on rivrvlogr: March arrives denying winter brings no change I was well into my thirties before I accepted that my early March birthday is not in the spring. I dislike winter that much, although I actually saw one budding tree while kayaking on Sunday, so Missouri does offer that over Western New York.…

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo: Beneath the surface Few will look or care to see Hidden stars shining It has been there for months, part of the structure of a garden I see every day. It was the rain, darkening the fibres, that showed me the beauty of the wood. I wonder…