hatsu arashi ~ a tanka

angry winds spiral

corralling cumulous clouds

to rain down havoc

Autumn squares brawny shoulder

bracing for bitter onslaught

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Colleen’s Tanka Tuesdays – circled and squared – by Jules

Frank J Tassone’s Haikai challenge #151 – first (autumn) storm – hatsu arashi

gratitude ~ a senryu

Philosophising Portugal 2019

there you are

demanding gratitude

thanklessly

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Mindfills by s.s. for

Shweta’s six word story prompt, #6WSP – gratitude…. If I could add another six, it’s this

Cee’s Black and white challenge – sculptures and statues

Debbie’s 6WS

MLM’S Michael creating context – grim/concerning/chucklesome…In my head, the situation strangely fits all three..Hmmm

My poems salacious, moyuru and Camellia have been featured in Whispers and Echoes, a delightful online selection of out of the ordinary short writing. Please do check it out.

Please do leave your link. Would love to read you

entombed ~ tableau

you know where – 2019

You do it best when

after story ends,

hesitatingly

you ask the full moon

to take a picture

of us together

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Mindfills by s.s. for

MLM’s music challenge – Nobody does it better

MindLoveMisery’s Saturday mix – Tableau – six lines five beats

Jude’s Tales told different – Saturday Symphony – Seven wonders….a bit of back story … the emperor who built this mausoleum for his wife supposedly spent his last years in prison looking at the Taj from across the river, yearning to be with her. His unplanned tomb lies next to hers.

conjure ~ a tanka

uncoloured futures

look fast forward in fantacy

painting rosy worlds

earth and sky draw with crayons

conjuring beyond rainbows

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Mindfills by s.s. for

Reena’s exploration challenge – colourless

Sue Vincent’s writephoto – fantacy

Lillian at d’Verse who says The challenge is to accept change.

and quoted …Become a Possibilitarian. No matter how dark things seem to be or actually are, raise your sights and see possibilities – always see them for they’re always there. (Norman Vincent Peale)

Caprice of the gods

The gods had a bright idea
And carelessly blessed pink
On the pomogranate and the lotus
Leaving them little time to think
On a whimsy they plotted
and gave all the pride talk
to the peacock who showed off his dance
But who baltered on his walk
They artfully raised an eyebrow
When the hermit crab ran sideways
and couldn't cross the crosswalk
in her tropical paradise
And then those gods on the sly
picked on the village singer
whose voice sounded like baby's breath
and rubbed her up in fear so she was never discovered
That's when they whelved their caprice
on unsuspecting humans and levied a deadly tax
by scattering this crowned virus
that turns our lungs to candle wax

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Mindfills by s.s. for

Paintchip poetry prompt 29 – tropical, long lost, lotus, peacock, pomogranate, baby’s breath, bright idea, hermit crab

MindLoveMisery’s Wordle – discover
eyebrow rub up fear village singer crosswalk candle sound whelve balter

Thesaurus game …. on a whim, wrote this quirky one and well… used >1 synonym 🙂