Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 187 #PhotoPrompt
Sally Cronin provided the photo for this month’s photo challenge:
Held her more
Loved her better
She ran far from me
Held by a lobster pot
golden mermaid waits freedom
This I must give back to her now
Together we live beneath the waves
I will hold her more, love her much better…
For everyone who doesn’t get any flowers today, and for those who would love a few more!
Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 147, #Poet’sChoice
WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!
It’s the first of the month and you know what that means! Poets choose your own words.
It’s my favorite month of the year! HAPPY OCTOBER!
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This challenge is for Haiku, Senryu, Haiga, Tanka, Haibun, Etheree, Nonet, Shadorma, and Cinquain poetry forms. Freestyle rhyming poetry is not part of this challenge. Thank you!
This is our choice of words this week in an #etheree poem…
MAGIC & LOVE
The north star
Feel the magic
Calling for more time
Bring back yesterday’s glow
The one who made life worthwhile
When love is kissed the morning sun
Hear music carried by the sea breeze
Stay, feel the rhythm of the universe…
She looked at me with salt worn eyes
Tears of a thousand years
Her pain I could not imagine
Her years are old, she has lived too long
Old memories haunt her days, her nights
A plait crowns her beautiful grey hair
Her hand small and gentle, touch my face
Her smile almost invisible, too hard
Her pain holds it at bay, yet I remember
that her smile lit her eyes like night stars
She will forever be my beloved Oma…
Love after Love
When the flame has swallowed the wax
When the candle is no more
Then you will see your love waiting
In green fields by golden gates
Castle walls that shine like mirrors polished
Your journey will not be taken
On swift straight roads
It will be as if you walk through brambles thorns
Harsh winter winds, flame will not warm your bones
Your life will be tested, the road steep
Your heart will not let love wither away
As you journey through the underworld
Your own hand will guide you
To where death has taken him
When you reach the darkest part of your journey
When you think the end cannot be reached
Unclench your fist, light the candle you held for so long…
This week I have been thinking about all the different kinds of love there are, and how many I have had the good fortune to have shared. Unfortunately, this also highlighted the ones I haven’t or made a complete hash of, but you can’t make an omelette without breaking eggs, right? At least I can’t.
I miss not knowing my dad, and I really wish I had never known my mum. (but that’s another story altogether!) Then there were two husbands one after the other that I’m glad I don’t miss in the slightest.
I was told once long ago that I have two brothers somewhere, and they are possibly who I miss the most. I watch Anita’s son and daughter sometimes and really envy their relationship. They do fight and argue sometimes, but they are always there for each other, instinctively knowing what each of them needs and offering it before the need to ask.
It would appear that missing things is one of the saddest aspects of growing old and I don’t care for it too much. I don’t want to spend any of the time I have left complaining about this and that, bemoaning what was and what could never be. My life has been what I could make out of it, good or bad, and I’m not really the kind of person who will waste any time worrying about all the ifs and maybe’s. What’s done, is done.
I was wondering what to write about this week, and then I started thinking about all the things I love now. (And I did need the reminder).
Which was a nice change from all the problems and mini-disasters that have been depressing my family and me of late and it lifted my mood considerably.
So much so, that when I ventured outdoors yesterday, battling against strong, chilly winds to run an errand, I began to notice things that I might not have seen last week. Mother Nature’s presence was everywhere, and I wondered if the weather would be kind and not ruin her efforts. But it was good to see them nonetheless, proving that Summer really can’t be far away after all.
Back to all the things I love at the moment…
I love having the strength of my family around me.
I love that I still have most of my health and some of my mental faculties. (More important than I ever knew it could be)
I love that I have learned so much this year, mainly from the people I meet online every day. (And I thank you all from the bottom of my heart)
I love that I am enjoying writing my books and loving every frustrating minute of it.
I love all the people (and I am sure you all know who you are) who, with their advice, patience and humour have inspired us so much.