I’ve reached the end of the weekly writing challenge with day 7, it’s been fun and surprisingly easy. I’ve used a photo from each month from March, to inspire me and last night I took this one for September.
you’re the Daisy of daisies
guide me safely through winter
most splendid and healing plant
Standing all alone
in your bright new uniform
magenta and white
expectant, ready to shine
darling child of the meadow
This is my penultimate post for, http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/full-tanka/
who wouldn’t be cheered by you?
such beautiful blooms
orange as orange can be
maybe you fell from heaven
Written for http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/full-tanka/
Purple for pleasure
clamouring so tall and proud
neat, tidy, formal
with thousands of stars apiece
a garden constellation
In April we find you
bold and daring as can be
such brightly coloured
thrusting and lusting ladies
flirtatious salsa dancing
Here is what this is about, http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/full-tanka/ and here is yesterdays, http://lucidgypsy.wordpress.com/2014/09/02/full-tanka-day-one/
Ben Huberman at the WordPress Daily Post says,
What’s better than a perfect bite? Two perfect bites.
If haiku is the sashimi of poetry, tanka is its heartier hand roll cousin.
Traditional tanka contain five lines instead of haiku’s three, and 31 syllables instead of 17. The structure is that of a haiku followed by two additional lines of seven syllables each: 5-7-5-7-7. (Many contemporary poets take liberties with the specifics, and you can, too.)
So as I post a haiku or a tanka (if I’m not too lazy) every Thursday, I thought I’d have a try at a whole weeks worth for the Weekly Writing Challenge.
I plan to use a season of flowers as my theme, one for each month from March to September.
chic supermodel of spring
such effortless elegance
gracing gardens of England
Petals of loss
Have we forgotten?
So it would appear.
One hundred years and no lessons learnt.
How many images of atrocity
must we see before enough is enough?
Mankind has battled since time began,
does that mean we must until the end?
And womankind, we’re not without guilt,
warrior queens were not legend but manifest.
Leave battles to the playground
To the realms of history, herstory,
fiction and myth.
while a poppy still blooms on this earth.