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Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge: Specific Form - Shadorma

Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge: Specific Form Cheryl has asked us to write a syllabic poem using the form of the shadorma.  The shadorma is six lines with a specific syllable count per line.          3/5/3/3/7/5 Multiple stanzas are permitted and are called a shadorma series.  Shadormas are usually unrhymed.   Even though I have written shadorma poems before, the three syllable lines were the most difficult for me this time.  I tried several poems to end up with one I was pleased with.  These are my results, and I am not terribly pleased with any!  This is not fishing for compliments, just the truth. Speaking of truth... Liar I like rain. No one sees my tears, just wetness on my cheeks. They can't see my heart shatter when I say “I'm fine.” Winter Chill   Ice-cold breeze this November day. Blasts of wind, trees stripp’d bare. You'd think it was December seeing snowy hills. Spring is in the  Air  Mailbox  Catalogs arrive, tempting me. Crying out, " Spring is near !” Wil

One Can Only Hope - an Ovi

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 Ronovan Writes Ovi Poetry Challenge 73: DARE is your inspiration While we wait these troublesome days, oppose the hate, our voices praise. Soon enough they'll reappraise, and realize their folly. For hatred is a bitter seed, and on one's own flesh will it feed. Soon recognition that indeed their choice was idiotic! ©2024 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved #ronovanwrites #ronovanwritesovipoetrychallenge #ovipoetry #ovipoem #darepoetry #syllabicpoetry #syllabicpoem 

Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge: Synonyms Only - November 5, 2024

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  Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge: Synonyms Only  I have written a tanka.  The synonyms are in red. your word is your bond yet I hear the double-talk  actions speak louder like an umbrella with holes  no relief from rain or tears   ©2024 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved #tankatuesdaypoetrychallenge #tankapoetry #syllabicpoetry #tankatuesday #synonymsonly

I've No Use for Sorrow

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Poets and Storytellers United #151: "a box full of darkness"   Magaly invites us to write poetry or prose inspired by the following lines, from Mary Oliver’s “ The Uses of Sorrow. ” My unopened box of darkness, pushed to the furthest back of the shelf, beyond my fingers reach, was a gift. An unwelcome gift. I need no more darkness in my life. Gift me brightness and happy days. If not sunshine, at least give me rainbows with the rain. I have no use for sorrow, I’ve had my fill. My cup of sorrow ran over long ago. ©2024 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved #poetsandstorytellersunited #freeversepoetry #maryoliver

Witch's Brew

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  Tanka Tuesday Halloween Poetry Challenge: Witch's Brew Poetry Colleen tells us " Witches and their potions are synonymous with Halloween. Let’s create a spellbinding poem. (longer syllabic forms work best). You can write freestyle, but you must include a syllabic form too! Write a syllabic poem about a witch brewing a potion. Include vivid descriptions of ingredients and their effects.  You can make the poem a rhythmic chant or incantation, enhancing the magical feel of your words. The idea is to have fun, so humor works! Feel free to use end rhymes on forms that don’t usually have them. Please let us know the form and if you’re using end rhymes. (The use of end rhymes is optional). For this challenge, if you’re using end rhymes on forms that don’t usually have end rhymes, you’re creating experimental syllabic poetry. Or, write from the perspective of an ingredient, expressing its fear or excitement at being used in the brew." A very good thing were are encouraged

This Ghoulish Night

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The Sunday Whirl  Wordle #678 Prompt words in red.  P L Chadwick / Ancient & modern in the Crypt at Buildwas Abbey What a ghoulish night . The buried arise from within the crypt to spin their spells into tricks. Tricks of the un- dead . The wicked wind wrap s it’s gnarly fingers into all living beings this ghoulish night . Forced to breathe in the frigid spell s, the tricks , this night . This ghoulish night , when un- dead things under wicked spells , wrap their gnarled fingers in the cracks of the crypt , prying their freedom, to wreak havoc, to spin in the wind and feed. What a ghoulish night to be dead or alive. ©2024 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved

This Night of Nights

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  The Sunday Whirl Wordle # 676  Prompt words in red.  image  This night , this Night of Night s, as the full moon rises, and the cat scratches to get in, the screeches in the walls rattle me. I stand before my kettle peering into its depth, into the simmering elixir within. The vessel is black with age, and ceased being shiny a century, at least, ago. Mist rises into the air, dampening the fringe of my tangled  locks . Slowly it gathers, swirling to form an image,  one long divined.   I  sigh , all my doubts allayed.  The image no longer mist, it solidifies into pleasing figures. Bird-like, yet not quite birds, my ghoulish swarm hovers, waiting for my command. This Night , this Night of Night s, we fly together. ©202 4 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved