In response to Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge Autumn & Leaves. But this time there is a twist. We are allowed only to use the synonyms of the prompt words. I’ve written a haiku and tanka this time.
Haiku
The crisp gust of fall
drifts the blades from a rustle
to a twirling dance
Tanka
Browns, reds and yellows
a carpet of vibrant fronds
scatter lazily
compose a lyrical theme
swaying to the fall rhythm.
Happy anniversary Colleen. Wishing you many more. It’s always a pleasure writing for your prompts!
Tanka:
Congratulations
time to celebrate a year
the festive spirit
haiku, tanka or haibun
poetry that brings us joy!
Haiku:
Resilient spirit
tough challenges accomplished
the heart swells with joy!
In response to Colleen’s poetry challenge #52 (Anniversary special) – Spirit & Joy
Bruised lovers ego
animosity brews rift
relationship sours!
In response to Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge #45, Hate & Pride
Many questions haunt me often. Who am I ? What is my purpose in life? Am I Radhika, the daughter, wife, mother or is there any other identity to myself. They intrigue me. There is a mystic aura that envelopes the phrases such as Karma, destiny, spirituality etc. I try in vain to find answers to these baffling questions through books, gurus, experiences, meditation. In the cosmic wilderness, the earth is a mere dot. Within that dot, we are the millions of nano specks, the inhabitants of the planet. So how minuscule is my identity in this universe?
My quest continues
to probe deep into my being
to discover my soul
hidden under a veil of ignorance
to find the elusive answer
and experience self realization.
In response to Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge # 44 – Hunt & Find
I get into an indulgent mood and decide to do some baking. The apron clings on to me. As I gently caress the creamy butter and sugar, they blend into pristine silkiness. The flour, eggs and vanilla crumble in together. The whisk romantically flirts around and takes them on a spin. In goes some spice to enhance the flavour. Delicate hands bind them tenderly and shape them with care. Lined perfectly, they are all set to get ignited to the heat and passion of the oven. The wait, now gets restless. Finally out comes the perfectly baked cookies. I dust them with sprinkling of sugar and they are all set to be tasted.
Aromas beckon
taste buds savour sugar and spice
perfect symphony!
In response to Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge #40 – Sugar and Spice
Haibun is a prosimetric literary form originating in Japan, combining prose and haiku. The range of haibun is broad and frequently includes autobiography, diary, essay, prose poem, short story and travel journal.
Haibun – Veil & Smoke in response to Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge #37
Excitement mounts as I set out on a holiday to the mountains. Driving along, I marvel at the artistic expertise with which nature paints itself across the varying landscapes. From the vivid golden hue across the horizon to a somber silvery grey, nearing the hills. The slight drizzle drapes itself in a smoky embrace along the valley.
Fog veils the mountains
in a misty silver gown
the clouds kiss the peak
gentle breeze ambles along
to reveal a blushing bride.
I go on a clicking spree to capture the alluring facets of its mesmerizing beauty. My eyes feast on the kaleidoscope of nature’s charisma, while my heart soaks in the tranquil and serene peace of the mountains.
I have used the synonym fog in place of smoke in the tanka.
Haibun is a prosimetric literary form originating in Japan, combining prose and haiku/tanka. The range of haibun is broad and frequently includes autobiography, diary, essay, prose poem, short story and travel journal.
I sit with my cup of morning tea, contemplating life that passes by with each tick of the clock. At times a feeling of guilt creeps into me for not having spent it wisely. As I brood over it, the calendar flutters in the breeze. Those flying pages appear to be mocking at me as if holding some secret about my future. Trepidation grips me, over what lies ahead in life. The sweet chirping of the birds shake me out of my stupor. I realise that clinging on to the past or being anxious about the future has stopped me from enjoying my today. Smiling, I finish my tea, revelling in the sweet twitter of the neighbourhood birds!
Ink stains from the past
blur the picture of future
present holds the key!
In response to Colleens weekly poetry challenge # 35 – Past & Future
This is my first attempt at writing a Haibun!
Haibun is a prosimetric literary form originating in Japan, combining prose and haiku. The range of haibun is broad and frequently includes autobiography, diary, essay, prose poem, short story and travel journal.
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