Hatteras – #Tanka #TankaTuesday

hatteras lighthouse

Clouds hide midnight sky –
Do stars still shine under there?
The moon glistens through
Fog like a lighthouse guiding
Lost souls through rocky waters


This was written for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday #170, “The Night Sky”. I decided to write about what happens to the night sky on a cloudy night since we mostly think about clear, starry skies. Hatteras is the most famous lighthouse in North Carolina, guarding the Graveyard of the Atlantic.

Image by George Stephens from Pixabay

April Storm – #Tanka

island during golden hour and upcoming storm

First storm of the year,
Crashing thunder, roaring hail.
The dog tucks his tail.
Sounds like a train in my ears –
Hide in basement, in fear.


Ah, my weekly poetry fix will have a different flavor until the end of the month!  Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday is on a well-deserved Sabbatical, but she still encourages weekly syllabic poems.

On Friday, we had our first big storm of the year, and what a doozy!  There were tornadoes in other part of the state, and the tornado warnings got pretty intense there for a while.  The sky turned that odd color it does right before a tornado, and hail fell.  But nothing happened, and we’re ok! 🙂

Photo by Johannes Plenio on Pexels.com

No Stone Unturned – #Tanka

amazing balance blur boulder

I flip unturned stone;
Soil cleaves to jagged bottom.
Did I disturb it,
Wake the stone from peaceful sleep?
Or rouse it for a new day?


On this ‘Whatever I Want’ Thursday, I’m responding to Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday #117 – poet’s choice of prompt words.  As I wonder whether or not I’m pleased that another year has passed, I think about what things I want to keep and what I want to change about myself, my life, and my circumstances.

As a PSA to anyone paying attention, I’m getting my wisdom teeth out today (maybe even as you read this…).  It’s garbage because my wisdom teeth are fully formed and I’m too old for this mess.  While I hope to keep posting over the next few days/week, I might be really high or in pain and incapable.

Holiday – #Tanka

gold christmas ball decor

A spark of bliss lights
Candles, hearts, and bulbs alike.
Feed a warming fuel
Of faith into the flames
That boost our spirits ties!


This was written for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday #116, Belief and Joy!  On this Christmas, which is the holiday I personally celebrate, I wanted to posit a poem that is a bit more secular so everyone could enjoy it.  Have an excellent holiday, everyone!

Night Hush – #Tanka

white angel illustration

Like owl’s wings hushed
Angels glide o’er snowy homes.
From whence this chorus?
All these saintly voices hum
The joyous season we’ll know!


This was written for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday #115, Fly and Sing!  I enjoy Christmas Carols, and I love the idea of angels singing quiet carols that lift the spirits.  Go check out the large portion of poems on the Tanka Tuesday post.

Run – #Tanka

people doing marathon

I strive for greatness
To cross the finish in first
So when I must lose,
I question racing at all
Then gather my breath and run


This was written for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday #114, Try and Life!  The prompt reminded me of 1 Corinthians, 9:24: 

Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize.

The point of the verse isn’t necessarily to literally win footraces, but to realize that your life will end, and to live the best life possible.  Never give up!

Her Warmth – #Tanka

Road beyond Denver

Her humid heat gone,
My lips crack in dry, cold air.
I wrap myself
In blankets near the fireplace
And weep ’til her return.


This was written for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday #113, in which no synonyms were required!

Y’all, I can’t express how much I love summer.  So many people were all ‘PSL!’ when fall came, and now everyone’s happy about winter.  So this tanka is about summer and the change from a quick fall to winter.  

Squirrel in the Winter – #Tanka

A squirrel chitters
Outside double pane windows
I sip hot chocolate
While she eats frozen acorns
I stay quiet, she feels secure.


This was written for Collen Chesebro’s weekly Tanka Tuesday #112 – Cold and Safe.  When I was growing up, we hunted squirrels vigorously – but one winter, a tiny squirrel climbed up on our porch and ate our dog’s food.  She would cuddle up against the window, from whence I suppose some heat emitted, and eat her bounty.  Our poor dog was basically Gandhi and wouldn’t defend his food, so we eventually started putting cereal grains and nuts out on a table so she’d have preferable goods to eat. 

Pomeranian Dog

Spud – basically dog Gandhi

In the spring she had a nest full of baby squirrels in a tree nearby.  They grew up bigger than her, took her territory, and kicked her further into the forest where we never saw her again.  We later shot them and ate them. 


Current pupper Hector who was bought because of Spud’s breed and turned out to IN NO WAY be dog Gandhi (but I still love him because he’s bold, brave, and fun)

When The Saints

white angel illustration

Voices sing in praise
I follow the joyous sound
And see the cohort
Of saintly choir members
From behind the pearly gates


This was written for Colleen Cheseboro’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday #111 – ‘Celebrate and Number.’  When I saw the prompt words, I was reminded of the classic hymn ‘When the Saints Come Marching In’ and allowed that to inspire this week’s tanka.