tanka – Page 6 – One Woman's Quest

Luminescent

My heart is a brook,
joyous as a child’s song,
memories like moss
warm my wintry verges –
luminescence from within.

(For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku challenge: brook/ moss; and Eugi’s weekly prompt: luminescent.)

Transformation

As light in darkness
transforms mundanity, so
too am I salvaged –
revelation turning back
the icy pallor of Winter.

(Tanka borrowed from a previous post on One Woman’s Quest II: Resetting the Dial. I have given the poem a title here. Image from personal collection.)

Bald Eagle

Intense, your presence,
fierceness of talons, bulk of
feathered might – humble
my soul’s rejoicing, grateful
to share this brief encounter.

(For Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day.)

Dance in Denial

Autumn dons a mask,
regales the changing season,
ignores Winter’s threat –
and I too, dance, brightly clad,
deny the nearness of death.

Lean On Me

Frayed and overwhelmed,
senses bombarded beyond
coping – seek comfort
in the quiet knowing, and
loving support of kinship.

(For RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge: coping & support)

To Catch a Sunset

Mosquitoes favour
river banks – hopefully hate
repellent, free me
to linger as dusk settles
catch that last flash of colour.

(For RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge: detest/ favour)

Waiting on Summer

A lonely bench waits
for emergence of leaves,
rain turning to warmth,
the summer sun casting long
shadows – evening lingerings.

(A tanka for Ragtag community’s prompt: wait. Image from personal collection.)

Connectivity

City life, blinding –
isolated cells of artificial
illumination,
ignoring a higher plan –
heaven’s connectivity.

(Written for Willow Poetry’s What Do You See? prompt which is the featured image.)

Disconnect

Narrow passages,
spiritual spires set bar –
minded not teachings,
constraint of hypocrisy
oppressed connection to God.

(Written in response to Willow Poetry’s “What Do You See?” challenge, with the promptings of Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge: narrow/ minded.)

Revelation

No sound, no movement
the bullfrog obliges lens –
I am conqueror,
superior – then espy
miniscule me in his eye.

(A tanka for Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge: sound/ motion. Image from personal collection. I am pondering the unanswerable this week, and I think this poem fits – conjures questions about where we all fit within this universe.)