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This is a Taiga with a tanka poem and a black and white photo – created by Colleen and Robbie.
Written in response to this week’s Tanka Challenge hosted by Willow.
A poem and a photo
Tag: poem
The Seagull
© Ayr/Gray
Looking out to sea and see the sea
what a complicated thing it is…
but he doesn’t think too much
in fact, he’s rather thick
but he’s only doing his job.
He’s pretty handy
he’s slow at somethings
but in other ways he’s quick!
(44 word)
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Posted for The Unicorn Challenge, a magical challenge hosted by Jenne Gray and C E Ayr, where they provide a photo and we, in turn, provide up to 250 words.
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have you guessed it?
a traffic warden
or maybe he’s a footballer
any other ideas?
Noble Residence?
From the arches you can see some part of the building too.
Saffron rays stream
over ochre battlements
castellations contrast
with soft sapphire hills.
Walls whisper secrets
in this citadel of splendour
cruelty and kindness
hidden deep within the keep.
Fortress façade fit
for the finest queen
monument to a mistress
a woman never seen.
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Image credit: Vrolans @ Pixabay
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #111 photo prompt
The Story Teller
I remember that day
my Ouma and me
perched on the bench
in the shade of her stoep
making up adventures
like we always did.
I remember that day
bright brown eyes
crinkling at the edges
her words, like whispers
captured by the keys
as I typed, my new laptop
balanced on my knees.
I remember that day
my Ouma and me
mind filled with light
eyes button-bright
sharing her final story
with me.
My Ouma has gone
but her stories live on
and now I am
the story teller.
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Image credit: Sasint @ Pixabay
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #110 photo prompt
Killing Spree
Fish jumps, gulps a fly
bright waterdrops scattering;
cracking lake’s mirror.
Turquoise wings flashing
snapping beak swallows a fish;
bobbing waves diffuse.
Brown-fur dives deeply
leaving lacy white backwash;
dark head surfaces.
Fish flapping wildly
between sharp-clawed greedy paws;
nature in the raw.
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Image credit: Pixabay (free images)
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #109 photo prompt
Mind Block
build a wall, brick by brick
lay firm foundations
make each brick stick
over crimson clay
slather thick cement
leave not a crack
seal every chink
concentrate, visualise
this wall surrounds
a great oak door
close it tightly
turn the key
safe inside
you can’t
reach
me
locked within
my fortress
you can’t
hurt
me
anymore
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Image credit: Photomix company @ Pixabay
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #108 photo prompt
Castles in the Air
If I were able
I’d build a castle
just for you
A pearl-white, perfect vision
fashioned from daydreams
forged in the flames
of burning desire
If I were able
I’d offer my castle
only to you
A shining cerulean citadel
sculpted from fantasies
shaped by illusions
of anxious lust
If I were able
I’d trade my castle
to be with you
A glowing golden fortress
moulded from memories
shored up by recollections
of passions past
If I were able
I’d secure you
in my heart
And never let you go.
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Image credit: Google Images
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #107 photo prompt
The Wall
A country, carved into four
by the victors.
A city, divided
by ideology and
something more.
Erected in haste
assembled in the silent hours
while they slept
apart, in blissful ignorance,
concrete and iron
snaked through
their lives.
Three decades on
torn down in protest:
lovers reunite
whom time
could not
divide.
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Image credit: Gennaro Leonardi @ Pixabay
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #106 photo prompt
Enigma
What lies inside your little world?
What secrets hide within?
Eyes disguised, emotions veiled,
concealed behind a mask.
Wide-eyed, yet poker-faced,
your visage a strange conundrum
reposed, composed and tranquil
in silent contemplation.
Cloaked in mystery, unperturbed,
let me plumb your hidden depths.
What lies inside your little world?
What secrets hide within?
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Image credit: Charles Deluvio @ Unsplash
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #105 photo prompt
Whispers in the Mist
before sun’s
pink fingertips
brush the face
of mother earth
by the sacred pool
clouds swirl, circle
murmurs rise
in silver streams
coalesce
in dew-drop webs
while incantations
spill silently
from her lips
enchantments
whispering
in the mist
Image credit: Sean Robertson @ Unsplash
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #104 photo prompt
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