ending – willowdot21

Ovi Poetry 100: ENDING is your inspiration.

Nothing lasts forever, infinite
Unlike the universal night
Millions of stars watch our plight
Weeping to see our ending.

Time winds down tick tock bong
The planet stops gravity gone
We’re lost because we got it wrong
Falling into black our ending.

Part Of Ronovanwrites Ovi Poetry Challenge

image by a Dan Antion 💜

TankaTuesday Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 328, 7/11/23: Sijo. Sun, Sand & Sea

WELCOME TO #TANKATUESDAY!

短歌火曜日

Colleen Chesebro said “This week’s challenge for Tuesday Tanka is a photo prompt. This year, I’ve asked my friend, and photographer, Terri Webster Schrandt, from secondwindleisure.com to share her photos with us for inspiration. Terri runs a weekly photo challenge called Sunday Stills. Check it out HERE.“

“Sun, Sand, & Sea”

Terri says: “This photo is a filtered version of a lifeguard station and red patrol vehicle at Ocean Beach, San Diego, CA.”

🖋️ Your poetry writing inspiration for this week is to use the photo as your inspiration, but I want you to concentrate on imagery. Extra points if you can work this phrase into your poem: “Sun, Sand, & Sea.”

Remember, if you write a freestyle poem, please add a syllabic poem to go with it.

This week’s challenge is a photo prompt. This year, I’ve asked my friend, and photographer, Terri Webster Schrandt, from secondwindleisure.com to share her photos with us for inspiration. Terri runs a weekly photo challenge called Sunday Stills. Check it out HERE.

I have chosen to write a Sijo. This one is exactly 46 sylables. It’s about the end of life or the end of a day however you choose to read it. A dreamlike slipping out of reality.

The Sijo, a Korean form believed to have first been used in the fourteenth century. It is similar in structure to various Japanese forms such as Haiku. As with many forms of poetry, the Sijo became a preferred poetry form of the yangban or ruling class as well as royalty. They were written in Chinese and were originally short songs set to music. The focus of the Sijo is usually nature and contemplation. Three Lines
14-16 syllables per line
A total of 44-46 syllables for the entire poem.

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A cool breeze sweeps away my blues,
Nature can do that gently.
Memories, children, sun, sand and sea, the guardians watch from the towers.
It’s time to leave, memories fade and I drift away.

#TANKATUESDAY Weekly #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 271, 4/26/22, #THEMEPROMPT

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

Yvette M. Caldiero from last month’s challenge picked the theme:

This month’s theme is:Beginnings & Endings.

This week I chose to write a Tanka Prose.

I passed this stump every day while walking Ruby. It called to me softly as I passed. What had knocked it down I did not know. Valiantly it fought for life, sprouting green new leaves. Sadly as time went on it has failed and died. All the green is gone and it is dead, people put their rubbish in it.

so it was gone
the tree died where it had stood
back to mother earth
sun and rain witnessed new shoots
and so the earth keeps turning.

THIS IS PART OF COLLEEN’S TANKA TUESDAY CHALLENGE.

Sad End to life out of death. Haiku.

So much promise shown

Life out of death was promised

Sadly life extinct.

Goodbye Sunshine 2

I don’t know what happened to my post Goodbye Sunshine all that got published was the title?
So here goes again.
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We took one last walk in the evening sun.
Roaming slowly through golden fields nearly over, our holiday fun.
The sun relaxed though strong in the Tuscan sky
Smiled on us as we said goodbye.

The table’s laid for our last meal this year.
Tomorrow evening someone else will be sitting here.
Happy laughter from the kitchen and aromas waft our way.
Sadly we must pack we have just one more day.

The sun now setting in the Tuscan sky.
This time tomorrow, up there we will fly.
Oh! I don’t want to leave this lovely darling place.
Where else in the world does a wall wear a smiley face.

New Life

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Sunshine through the window touches on her hair She is a beauty, a pale faced red head, fair beyond compare. In front of her a vase of flowers filled with classic blooms arranged with love Concealed with the bright petals her avian friends hides He is attracted by the petals hues which he had spotted as he flew above. He has no idea how much this bouquet means what importance on it rides. The woman is unhappy she does not know what to do. The flowers are from her man Who has deceived her, they are a request for forgiveness. Sadly she doubts she can. He’s let her down one time too many, taken her love and not returned her any. A cloud crosses the sun casting a shadow on the flowers,her gentle bird flies away. Seizing the vase she rushes to the bin, life has finally dropped the waiting penny. Alighting gracefully in his cage her bird begins to sing, The woman smiles as at long last she decides he too will be cast away With the flowers. And her new life can begin.