colors of cold lightsenses getting attuned towhistling windy winter chill It’s here on annual duty. It will stay. Winters slow down everything, except the warmth of breath. I’m never more aware of it than now. rarefiedair on mountain peaksfind yourself 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge No. 16
Abhanga is the original name given to a saint's devotional poetry in the state of Maharashtra in India. The poet was Sant Tukaram. The abhanga that we talk about here is a syllabic form of 6,6,6,4 with lines 2 and 3 rhyming. Colleen gives us 3 kigo words to be incorporated in the verses. I … Continue reading Regret, Resolve, Rebond
pesky mosquitoes devourprecious balcony momentsreluctant puppies brought inearly winter dusk warm broth to gladden tummiesspooned over in bowls of lovesnuggled in our laps, they growlchilly north winds blow beds and quilts ready for nightcushions to play till sleep strikeslove overpowers tired boneswarmth around the hearth Tanka Tuesday
When a memory looms larger than the person or incident, it is time to identify the parts within you that hurt. The cure lies within me, when I expend energy in apportioning blame. I thank fate for the comfort and softness of the quilt as thoughts of cold enmity freeze my brain. Will I, can … Continue reading Freedom
frozen pellets touchautumnal thoughts to announcethe first month with sleetexhorting beds to cope upminds to think, not hibernate I'll see you walkingsturdy boots trampling sloth inlate winter gardensharing warm secrets with windschilled - till they change direction host campfires at nightcarry messages from moon-blanket by the fireincubating ideasfor impending growth season 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry … Continue reading Incubate
soldiers' bootstear silence of tombsa child criesbids goodbyeto season of fear; can't hearwinter's neighbor sigh Kigo - Winter's Neighbour Tanka Tuesday
Halloween is just a week away. The yellow fall foliage crackling beneath my feet wants to know about my costume. Am I going to wear my younger self or my older one to scare others? The cold nights will soon begin leading to highly misty mornings. The follies of youth have long given way to … Continue reading Autumnal Fear
a poet spoke ofdaffodils - long before youheard of mindfulnesslet the coaches know that Iread good poetry;I don't spend hard-earned moneyto learn how to smellrainbows and pocket the skyfor upliftment, instant joy Sorry I don't needhappiness or mindfulnesscoaching to controlmy amygdala; it justhappens by flipping a page Choka with tanka as envoy Kigo word: daffodils … Continue reading Mindfulness
