#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 70, The Lai 6/23/26

Melissa from Mom With a Blog is our host for this week’s #Tanka Tuesday Challenge.

Melissa tells us that she has found another form of poetry that she’d like to have some fun with!

Image: Gia Lai

“The lai (pronounced lay) is a French form that is comprised of nine lines. It has “a” and “b” end rhymes and each line has a specific syllable count.

The rhyme scheme of the lai is as follows: aabaabaab. The lines ending with an “a” rhyme have five syllables and the lines ending with a “b” rhyme have two syllables.

The lai is a form that Melissa found difficult to find examples of online. Carolyn Crossley (Vixen of Verse) has examples of lai poems on her website. Here are a couple:”

Here is an example of a lai by Jeff Kyser.

Lai Dig

playing in the dirt
better than dessert
fun toys
starting to exert
sweating through my shirt
life’s joys
don’t want to get hurt
better stay alert
whoa, boys!

This week, let’s write lai poems. That is the only requirement. Write about whatever topic or content you’d like.

Well I had a good think …they say write about what you are experiencing… but there’s so much going on in my life right now…there’s too many worries so I am going to be very English and write about the weather.

Goodness me it’s hot
I have lost the plot
Melting
Heat is what we’ve got
Nature’s peed the pot
Raining?
Definitely not
Drought is now our lot
Thirsting.

#Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge, Specific Theme, 10/8/2024

Hello to Sadje who is out guest host for Tanka Tuesday.

Sadje says “October is a special month for me as it’s the birth month of my husband and my son. Being married and then having my children made a huge difference in my life.  So I’d like you to write a syllabic poem about something that brought a big change in your life.

I have written a  “tanka sequence.” The Japanese use the word Rensaku for any combination of two or more tanka that are somehow related. This Rensaku is about how breaking my back for the second time and how

Alone in the dark
I awake to pain and cold.
As fear takes over
All clocks have stopped frozen
Crumpled like a broken doll

Hubby panics lost.
All logical thought flies off
Like a flock of birds
Help me, call an ambulance
Legs don’t work he carries me

Help arrived in twos
Reassuring they debate
I am slipping out
The big black birds circle me
Fear looms large like rain clouds.

Lights, noise,red and blue
Bright, white, people moving me
I float above them
Slowly tendrels pull me back
How the grip holds me, grounded

Is it years or weeks
Who knows it’s a morphine blur
Three operations
A long road not for the weak
As in all things I adapt.

#TankaTuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 264, 3/8/22 #Create Your Own Syllabic Form.

Welcome to Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka. This week Colleen said : “Create Your Own Syllabic Poetry Form & Teach Us How to Write the Form”

I thought about this and finally settled on a poem of two stanzas . Each stanza is of seven lines, each line is made up of seven syllables. The lines in the stanza do not rhyme but the lines in the first stanza do rhyme with corresponding line in the second stanza eg. First line stanza one rhymes with line one stanza two, second line stanza one rhymes with second line stanza two and so on . I have called my poem a Septex. This poem is about all the refugees all over the world past and present.

image from Pixabay

Refugees .

Gently falls the silent snow
Covering all the traces
Of the plight of the faceless
Hidden, easy to forget.
The refugee’s plight is plain
Unseen crushed under the boot
Of those who started this strife

Ceaseless they’ve no where to go.
Fear written on their faces
Children to their sides are pressed
Some bring their beloveded pets.
They look for rest, all in vein.
The bombs fall and soldiers loot
The remains of their once life.

Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 13th,

jusjojan© LindaGHill

Linda is back with the Daily Prompt for January 13th, the 13th prompt for Just Jot it January 2022. This one is brought to us by John Holton. Thanks, John! Please be sure to visit his blog to read his post and say hello. And follow him while you’re there, if you’re not already.

Your prompt for JusJoJan January 13th, 2022, is “protocol.” Use the word “protocol” any way you’d like. Enjoy!

© willowdot21

Protocol…well, John has picked us an interesting word. Basically protocols are rules / schedules that have to be adhered to. They can relate to Government, Royalty, Medicine, Law, and I.T.
It can also relate to the military , schools or any type of work.


Prestigious makers of rules
Royally cover their backs
Openly laying down the law
To keep us plebes in place
Over us to laud it, making us
Compliant and subservient
On matters of the
Law,Government,Royalty,Medicine, Military?

Thank you John and Linda.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS May 9/2020

It is Saturday and time again for LindaGHill’s #SoCS. Yesterday she gave us the prompt for today.

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “cave.” Use it as a noun or a verb. Enjoy!

image from Pixabay

Cavernous, deeply dark

All stalactites and stalagmites

Vaults so deep, never seen

Eternal entrance to the void

Shelley Krupa

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS May 25/19

LindaGHill said “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “rhymes with rosy.” Find a word that rhymes with “rosy” or use the word “rosy” and base your post on it. Enjoy!

Cosy Rosy

Picked a posy

Took it to give

To sexy Josey

**

Sexy Josey

Laughed at Rosy

Threw away

The lovely posy

**

Cosy Rosy

Refused to cry

Or to even ask why

So nasty was Josey.

**

Deftly Bosey

Retrieved the posy

Presented it

To Cosy Rosy

**

Happy Rosy

Danced with Bosey

They gave not a thought to Josey

Who threw out the posy.

**

Cosy Rosy

Married Bosey

Happy couple

Pitied Josy

Image from explodingdog.

This silliness was bought to you care of #SoCs. Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

Thursday photo prompt: Faraway #writephoto

This is my entry for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.

Faraway

Pink and blue

The sky’s new huge

Reflected in the sea

Breezes set my soul free.

——–

My eyes scan

The horizons new

Giving my life a different huge

Is this all part of the masterplan

———

A tiny speck of sand

I am held within God’s hand

He whispers in my ear

All my fears disappeare.

———

#writephoto

Thursday Doors: Being silly!

Thursday Doors is a weekly feature allowing door lovers to come together to admire and share their favorite door photos from around the world. Feel free to join in on the fun by creating your own Thursday Doors post each week and then sharing it, between Thursday morning and Saturday noon (North American eastern time), by using the blue link-up on Norman’s page here

I was in town today and I spotted this shop door it piqued  my interest and a ditty took form that demanded to be written!

             Note on the door.

Thursday Doors what can I say

I have arrived and you’ve gone away.

What has made​ you disappear

To have you gone and have me here.

So I went on upon my way

Pondering where you went today.

I have not had much chance of late to find some interesting doors so here are a few not so exciting doors.

Now I wander what is behind these green doors ? I saw them last week at Greys Court last week when we went to see the the Blue Bells.

My oven, door, microwave door and slimline cupboard door …three for one photo in my kitchen. 😊

Finally a door with a fantastic view from our holiday in Florida back in March….. Miss it! 

Okay I have been silly enough so I promise to do better next week!! 

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