Most of the older trees here are aging well – Crispina Kemp
~~~
It’s a tiny door,
and a tinier peephole,
I know who lives here.
I’m going to knock,
and say, anyone at home?
oh, there’s no answer.
That’s a shame,
shall I try again?
well, why not?
But no, no avail,
oh well, off I’ll go, I guess,
just strolling a way.
But then I popped back,
aha, got you, little minx,
I knew it was you!
~~~
TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 89, senryu by Colleen
And, look, there colour of the bricks – Crispina Kemp
A few bricks
Aha,
I’m just saying,
a few bricks wouldn’t be missed.
Hmm, what a wonderful idea.
Indeed.
Okay,
here is the deal.
I am dropping them down.
You’ll catch them in that wheelbarrow.
That’s it.
~~~
TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 87, American cinquain by Colleen
It’s October
such a wonderful time
pleasant and delightful
so glowing and blissful
dear October
we had been on the boat
looking at gorgeous trees
while drifting past quays
dear October
we will dock very soon
it had been just a week
and of course never bleak
dear October
~~~
Image credit: Daniel J. Schwarz @ Unsplash
In this image we see a boat in water. There are hills at the far shore and they are covered densely by trees wearing autumn foliage. the boat and the trees are reflected in the water.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #362 photo prompt.
TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 85, October Dates, 10/6/26, by Willow
now this is a super scarlet ship
and she’s massive and marvellous,
she’s sleek and swift in the seas.
there are many major
operations on
this fine vessel.
so what’s next?
shall we
see?
it
was a
dangerous
mission this time.
the crew were clever
as always, as the waves
were lashing and moaning, but
she was able to aid, for all,
such a splendid, superb scarlet ship.
~~~
Crispina Kemp‘s photo – a fascinating fleet! – https://esvagt.com/services/fleet-list/ –
For Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge No. 80, Alliteration, Robbie has asked that we write a syllabic form using alliteration. Plus a lovely painting down there.
those trees and bushes
are elegant in different hues,
so many green shades
in the great colour wheel,
very blissful and calming.
Colour, like features, follow the changes of the emotions.
but what is up there?
gosh, it’s a little red car!
vibrant, isn’t it,
but how did it get to there?
no clue, but fun, we’re grinning!
– Pablo Picasso
~~~
Tread with trepidation
It’s so, so dry. Look at the grass, it’s brown. It’s dying or dead. Ridiculous! Actually it’s not just ridiculous, it’s rather worrying. I have never known a summer as scorching as this. Although 1976 was pretty similar. Gosh, that was a long time ago.
The worrying thing now though is this. It’s El Niño effect. And that is going to be brutal. It’s already beginning. There is drought, wildfires and heat waves too. Then on the other side there will be torrential rain with floods.
Now we need to think. Crops, livestock and infrastructure will reduce food production and disrupt markets. As supply falls, prices rise and food becomes less affordable. When combined with existing pressures such as conflict these climate shocks can quickly increase hunger.
so brace, brace and brace
many things will be required
let us keep alert
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145 words
Autumn? Is it? You’re quite sure?
Surely it’s spring around here?
It’s certainly complicated
and I do like to be sure.
You see I’m a water maiden
I’m really rather shy though
but I’m bright and beautiful
and I’ll say that quietly.
I am by a lovely lily.
It’s a white water lily
and it’s so sweet and vibrant
and I love to sit with it.
So now I’m thinking to myself
it’s almost an equinox
and that is pretty pleasing,
it could be fall or vernal.
~~~
aha, I am here
as I muttered to myself
as I almost stopped
I knew I’d forgotten something
but what was it I wondered
I was half way now
on this pretty hump-backed bridge
but it’s bugging me
it was bugging me so much
as I dithered, and dithered
so what was it then?
as I stared at the river
but no clue was there
so should I go back, or not?
but no, let’s go, well why not!
~~~
Melissa, from Mom With a Blog, is our host this week at #TankaTuesday, and she asks us to write about forgetting things.
“Not so coy koi, or maybe a daydream.”
I walked around a pleasant park. I often go there. I love to stroll by trees, bushes and colourful flowers, the scent is always magnificent. There are bugs, bees and birds, so much to look at, and maybe take a few photos with my phone; but my favourite part is the beautiful pond where those not so coy carp, or rather those koi (like from Japan) would bubble up and ask for food – and I can.
Then often I would sit, or even lie down, to continue to watch them, and maybe have a daydream or two. And then I might pull out a notebook and a pen to write a little poem.
dream, dream and enjoy
a delightful day in spring
what could be better?
~~~
This week for #TankaTuesday, Yvette asked us to write a poem about a dream that came true or a dream that fell apart.
Everything about this young bird shouted ‘robin’ despite it lacks the distinctive adult colouring. – Crispina Kemp
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I’m a young robin
and I’m very proud indeed
my plumage is great
even though I am freckled
both mum and dad said next spring
I’ll be a red robin then
~~~
For Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday invites us to write a bussokuseki.
This form is like a tanka, but there is an extra seven syllable line at the end of the form. Choose your theme.
