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COLLEEN’S 2019 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 144 #SYNONYMSONLY ~Web of deceit.

Stealthily he waits

while in her silken bower,

graceful limbs bewitch,

a spur to fateful passion

for when spent, he cannot flee.

 

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As the seasons pass #tanka

Inspired to motion,

Autumn leaves, eager to dance,

goaded by the breeze,

until losing grip, they fall,

their moment of freedom, brief.

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COLLEEN’S 2019 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 142, 1ST OF THE MONTH #POET’SCHOICE ~Autumn signs

Bright golden lances

pierce the towering grey clouds,

sun’s strength faltering,

feverish feeding begins

preparing for the Winter.

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Sex education in perspective. #limerick

A chicken farmer’s daughter from Leeds
when told about the birds and the bees,
realised her hens necks were wrung
and if you angered a bee you got stung,
and thought well, this sex thing’s not for me.

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Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, August 28th 2019, waterfall

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Waterfall (Salto Del Angelo Venezuela)

 

 

Look through the spectrum,

a wondrous, moist, mist  rises,

rainfall in reverse.

 

 

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Sky writing #Tanka #Weatherwatchers #Cloudspotting

Pink flanked mackerel

in pursuit of silver shoals

across turquoise seas,

messages that all can read

etched above in Babel’s tongues.

 

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Sue Vincent’s popular Thursday photo prompt: Journey #writephoto

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Culloden was getting tired. For forty days he had been searching for the sacred mount. The burial place of his forefathers. He had no understanding that he was the last of his race although he realised he had met none of his kind for longer than he could remember and for a giant, memories are long. He had long ago learned how to conceal himself from the eyes of men. Although he and his kind had never meant or meaningfully done harm  to these strange, to his eyes, miniature replicas of himself, whenever the two races had met his people were attacked and despite friendly overtones they  had been forced to flee and hide. Hiding places were becoming scarce. Men had slowly but surely started to change the lands he had known, loved, walked and cherished since time immemorial. Fires were set across the land for reasons he could not fathom. The woodlands were shrinking, there were now vast open spaces which were left as bare earth for one half of the year and in which strange plants started to grow which were soon removed by men. The only secure hiding places were in the vast caves which time, wind and water had excavated in the deep gorges in the hills or at the edges of the sea. He was scared and slowly the thought had been building in his mind that his kind were no longer necessary. After much contemplation and with a resignation born of patient, peaceful, deliberation he had decided to return to the eternal resting  place of his forefathers.  There he would lie down and enjoy the sleep of the blessed which comes upon all living things. He would leave this realm in the hope that those who followed would maintain the eqilibrium thus far  enjoyed by Mother Earth.

 

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Saturday Mix – Lucky Dip, 10 August 2019 #Tanka ~Twilight’s unfolding dramas

The sapient owl

hovering on silent wings

no sound betrays her,

darkness holds no mystery

for those who choose ears to see

 

 

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Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, August 7th 2019, daisies

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Insignificant

a joy to children and bees,

retiring  beauty.

 

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Sue Vincent’s ← Thursday photo prompt #writephoto

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At first it was the silence that disturbed me. I had always imagined that, like being blind, if sight is restricted then it heightens the other senses. This was different. All sound was deadened, vision was restricted. there weren’t many left, one of them was smell and this was unpleasant, acrid leaving a hint of a bitter taste on my lips. The air was clammy to the touch, warm, unlike most mists or fogs, usually cold and damp, this was like perspiration. From above my head large drops of water were falling at regular intervals from the motionless leaves on the trees. When one fell on my cheek I shuddered in disgust for it felt sticky to the touch. I examined the drop more closely, inside the ball of liquid was a small brown dot, it was moving. It resembled a tiny brown maggot, it’s back bending as it wriggled with what I assumed was the head bending down to the end of its body and springing back. With an involuntary, “Uggh,” I dropped the sticky, gelatinous blob to the ground. I couldn’t be certain that these were droplets of the trees’ sap or part of the fog itself. Considering the numbers that were falling I decided discretion was the better part of valour. Turning I retraced my steps with a bit more haste to wait and see if this curious fog would clear.

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