Crystal Prison Guards – #Haiku #TankaTuesday

Crystal Christmas Landscape

Icebound sentinels
Overlooking valleys grim
Sun holds prison keys

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This was written for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Challenge #156, poet’s choice of words.

I took this picture something like a decade ago, during a winter storm that coated every branch, leaf, and needle with a thin, exacting layer of crystal ice. You couldn’t drive anywhere, the electricity was down, and the phones were all useless. The mountains felt like a prison.

Thanksgiving – #Senryu #TankaTuesday #Sorrynotsorry

group of people making toast

Rush food to table;
Enjoy the feast ’til last bite
But hate the banter.

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This was written for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday #155, hurry and end (synonyms in bold). There was an alternative option to write about what Thanksgiving means to me so, since I am hopelessly allergic to interactions with a certain in-law, I wrote a wicked little senryu.

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Arise – #Haiku #TankaTuesday

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Squeaks of sunset haze
Cue the start of night’s forays;
Bats on insects graze.

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This was written for the photo prompt challenge in Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday #154!

I’m pretty sure this picture is of those epic bat caves in Arizona. Because of the natural elements in the picture, I felt it best to write a haiku. It rhymes, though, which I’m not sure is supposed to be ok or not.

Image by enriquelopezgarre from Pixabay

Mama Grace – #Etheree #Tanka Tuesday

Pink Lemonade

She
Lived
With aplomb
Despite trouble
With her sister’s son.
Her sister was deaf, dumb,
And didn’t want pregnancy.
But poor thing didn’t have a choice,
So barren sister Grace took in the boy.
She raised him with joy, with love, with honor.
But he lived in the vein of his father,
Took the mantle of rapist himself,
Then was carted off to prison.
“You spoilt him,” cried folks at church.
“It’s your fault,” they accused.
She couldn’t fight back.
She made some pink
Lemonade,
Sipped,
Cried.

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This poem was written for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday #153, Grace and Style (synonyms in bold). When I saw the word “grace,” I instantly thought of that inimitable character I’ve spoken of so many times on this blog – Mama Grace – and how she seemed the absolute definition of grace to me growing up. I learned about her deep struggles after she died, but I remember sipping pink lemonade with her in a neat-as-a-pin house after her husband died.

I don’t know what happened to the sister.

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Christmas Comes Too Early

Jingle Bells

Christmas is celebrated
By buying all the bargains.
Put them in packages, bags.
Enjoy with Zuzu’s petals.

Why?

One of the wise men brought gold
To the babe in a manger.
From that moment cold, hard cash
Was God’s sign of approval.

So,

Since sweet Jesus invented
The American dollar,
What’s wrong with you, customer?
Do you hate your own children?

Oh.

You’re poor, have nothing to spend.
Don’t fret! Usury is friend!
Borrow emergency cash,
And spend, spend, spend, spend, spend, spend!

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This was written for Chelsea Owens’s Terrible Poetry Contest #46. I haven’t participated in a while, but this prompt was just too good to let go by.

Shovel – #Cinquain, #GarlandCinquain, #TankaTuesday

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Shovel
Burdensome soil
Outta Almighty’s Earth.
Hopin’ God forgivin’ sinners
Tonight.

Bury
Secrets away –
Your misbegotten corpse
Ain’t welcome Earthside anymore,
Dead-ite.

Scumbags
All disappear
Using death’s hideaway.
I simply advocated you
Hurry.

Safety
Remains below.
Villains turned corpses
Ain’t sabotaged anyone yet,
Capisce?

Second
Coming even
Ain’t gonna awaken
Boogeymen entombed far below,
Sucker.

Shovel
Secrets away –
Using death’s hideaway
Ain’t sabotaged anyone yet,
Sucker.

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I’m baaaaack and responding to prompts! Hope you like this first bad boy fresh out of the oven and written for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday #151, Dig and Grave. Synonyms are in bold.

Now, before you think I cheated too much with renaming the first word, “Shovel” is a tool while a “sucker” is also a tool. Get it? Anyway, all the renaming at the last line is very slanted, possibly too far twisted, but I found the choices clever enough within my own head.

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Gather – #Cinquain #Haibun #TankaTuesday

harvesting_burley

I chop down the leaves, and the nicotine haze makes me dizzy. Others in the field do as I, but these older folks have bigger bodies, more mass to spread out the poison. The field is full of people here to help Mr. Clay, who is ill. As I pile the leaves of burley onto the stake, I recall his amputated toes on the gangrenous foot. I mull over the smell of his room, sweet like the sugar in his blood.

I chop, I pile, I sweat, I sing. Whether God takes Mr. Clay home or leaves him here on this soil, I’ll help take his rescued crop to the trade house.

Gather
Friends, family.
Machete burley leaves,
Render service for suffering.
Harvest.

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This was written for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday #146, Fall and Give. This may also be the most North Carolina thing I’ve ever written.

This was based off a true story.

 

Letters to Esperanza – #Shadorma

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Waves conspire
To bring me your words,
But I can’t
Hear your voice.
I dream of your foreign lands,
Crave your paradise.

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This was written for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday #141, a picture prompt! I chose to do a Shadorma poem because I imagined the speaker as a Spanish woman during the age of exploration who finds bottles from a sailor far away. Esperanza is a Spanish name meaning “hope.”

Image by S. Hermann & F. Richter from Pixabay