Rebirth – #TankaTuesday #Cinquain

close up environment flora ground plant budding

Budding
From withered shoots,
New plants remember those
Which died before and and take their
Mantles.

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This was written for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday #171, write a cinquain. Today, as we sit in hushed houses and watch our gardens grow in the back, I chose to limit my words and put everything into as small a bite as I could.

This one is dedicated to my raspberry briers which recently decided they weren’t dead.

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Slow Insanity – #Cinquain #TankaTuesday

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Living
Exhausting days,
Tiring, sleepless darkness,
Elicited madness in her.
Survive.

Slinging
Cruel statements
To hide dishonor
Against her failed ambitions.
Careless.

Reaching
Depressed stages,
Hopelessness inching in,
She concocted a fantasy.
Straining.

Growing
Cucumber dreams,
Night-times of potatoes,
Sublime and pumpkin reveries.
Working.

Never
Sluggish despite
Corrupt voices’ chiding,
Her delusional garden grew
Lifelong.

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This was written for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday prompt, poet’s choice. I chose the crown cinquain to honor my grandmother, who this poem was written about. She was absolutely, totally insane, but despite this she held so much of the family together and made her garden fantasy a reality.

Because the bleeding heart flowers represented this poem well, I chose to use a picture previously shared by Alexander Eliot for a prompt. Check out his work too – he’s got a load of stories and some really nice photography.

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

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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.

 

The Spider’s Party – #Cinquain

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Patient,
Hungry trapper
Prepares for visitors
To… “enjoy” macabre banqueting
And shows.
Visitors avoid her abode,
Fearing glistening fangs,
Vicious poison,
Demise.

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This was written for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday #139, in which we get to choose our words! I took the above photo on my morning dog walk. It was a misty, foggy morning, and the spider’s web in my neighbors’ tree had a lot of dew on it. I’m not a terribly good photographer, so I couldn’t get the web to show up better!

 

Blueprints – #Cinquain

woman putting map on wall

Blueprints
Incomplete dreams
Weigh heavy, lingering,
Until savings are devoted.
Mission.

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This was written for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday #133plan and spend.

My dad built houses when I was little (he’s a professional alcoholic now).  Even though he had only a high school education, he would make blueprints of houses and build them for people. They were lovely. I remember making blueprints as a child of the house I wanted when I grew up. Now, I don’t think I’ll ever actually have a KFC or a Walmart in my house, but I like the idea that a fine house has always been part of my life mission.

The last part of my blueprint is just to finish paying off the loan…

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Without Maelstrom Within – #Cinquain

crystal christmas

Contempt
With wintertime
And glaciated nature
Foments frustration, misery,
Anguish.

Snowfall:
Quiet prison.
Electric lighting dies.
Crackling fireplace thwarts darkness’s
Power.

Burning
Logs disappear.
Crescive inner maelstrom
Assembles monsters in shadows.
Scared.

Escape
Winter’s fury!
Frostbitten fingers, toes.
Neighbor’s candlelight so cruelly…
Distant.

Contempt
Quiet prison
Crescive inner maelstrom
Only forgiveness comforts the
Distant.

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This was written for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday #120 – Cold and Storm.  Without a doubt, this is the hardest poem I’ve written yet – whew!  

Also, something I am proud of – I took the picture!