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.

Photo by jousi osorio on Unsplash

Gold – #Etheree

mongolian chess set

Gold –
Rub it
On your face.
Money’s the best –
Matches all skintones,
Conceals all blemishes,
Confers impressions of youth.
Trade inner truth for leverage;
Wear your influence with outward pride.
Your gold will wear someone else when you’re gone.

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This was written for the Colleen Chesebro Tanka Tuesday #132, Influence and Perception. Synonyms of the prompt words are in bold.

Rains of March – #Etheree

close up environment flora ground

Drops
Drip down
Paths routed
With the first rain.
Pitter-patter sounds
Knock on leaf-littered ground
Waking seeds from earth-tucked sleep.
Sprouts pop out and reach for the sun,
From instinct observing nature’s wish
To praise the sky for bringing heaven’s gift. 

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This was written for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday #127, follow and lead.  The synonyms I used are in bold.  

For this one, I must admit that I chose to think of the ‘ed’ on a lot of past tense verbs as not a syllable (‘tucked’ is, I believe, pronounced like ‘tukt’).  So I might be off in your count, but I’m still fine with the way I counted it.  Thought I’d explain.  🙂

Photo by David Alberto Carmona Coto on Pexels.com

Immortal Soul – Etheree

space

Calm
Yourself
And be whole.
The planet spins
After our hearts fail.
Just because we don’t exist
In the future version of Earth
Doesn’t mean the past will be erased.
So live, immortal soul!  Give praise to time.

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This is my first etheree for Colleen Cheseboro’s Tanka Tuesday!  I really wanted a very triangular etheree and spent a long time crafting it so that it was as close as I could get it.