Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge-A Troiku- Aging in Full Color

The Troiku is a form created by Chèvrefeuille at https://carpediemtroikuworld.blogspot.com/2015/10/welcome.html
Start with a Haiku then create 3 more Haikus using each line from the original.



When did I grow old?
In a moment? A year?
Transcendence is life.

When did I grow old?
Bright colors in crisp Autumn
Focus my reward.

In a moment? A year?
Wholeness created new value
A crescendo sweet.

Transcendence is life.
Seasons promote refinement.
Growth requires time.

https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2022/10/11/tankatuesday-poetry-challenge-no-293-specificform-troiku/


Ronovan Writes Sijo Wednesday- Autumn Soars In

Prompt word: soar

You should use the word in the title of this post as your inspiration as either a theme of the Sijo or in the poem itself.

There are:

  • Three Lines
  • 14-16 syllables per line
  • A total of 44-46 syllables for the entire poem.



When August runs out of days, a breathless gap forms a vacuum.
Purpose soars on Autumn breezes rushing in to fill the void
And a new season fills us with a crisp new design.

https://ronovanwrites.com/2022/09/14/ronovan-writes-sijo-wednesday-poetry-challenge-27-use-soar-as-your-inspiration-this-week/

d’Verse Poets Pub- Synchronicity-Spring Happens

As a poetry form, this consists of eight three-line stanzas in a syllable pattern of 8/8/2. This poetry type has no rhyme and is written in the first person with a twist. The twist is to be revealed within the last two stanzas.



Spring Happens

An icy wind blows ferocious
As the sun interrupts its grasp,
Winning.
A setback but not a retreat
As winter poises to remain
In charge.
Timeless struggle where seasons grate,
Dynamic cyclical efforts
For naught.
Sealed fates in time resist moving.
An inertia enforced morphing
of Truth.
Foolish and headstrong is winter.
Tenacious and patient, the Spring
steals ground.
Inevitable transforming
Inches forward righteously calm.
Serene.
The sun gets involved and its settled.
No debate allowed anymore,
It’s done.
Nature’s resolve is unyielding.
Spring has sprung in spite of the wind.
Hurrah!

City or Country?

Thank god I’m a country girl!

Old Barn

I am a country mouse.

It suits me fine.

The still of night.

New England mine.

The sounds of birds.

My hands in dirt.

An early riser.

A flannel shirt.

Trade deeds as money.

Lend a hand.

Get to study

Nature’s plan.

Simply frugal.

Fussy not.

I am thankful

For all I’ve got.

Winter blizzards.

No beauty queen.

Even tempered.

I say what I mean.

Don’t take my guns.

You keep your bling.

My happy heart’s

My diamond ring.

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My Favorite Month…My Favorite Place

See you in September…

“I puzzled and puzzled ’til my puzzler was sore.”

I always proclaim that June and September are my favorite months because those months usually have my idea of perfect weather. After having to come up with a favorite month, I realized that I (almost)couldn’t. They all have special traits and I love them for what they are. Holidays,activities,birthdays,playing in the snow,seeing the first crocus, how could anyone choose?

What I DO choose is to spend them all in the Northeastern US…rich in US history, Yankee ingenuity, and seasons.

My choice is September.

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Pause

Autumn is a showcase

A well-timed pause

A vision finally published

Mother Nature’s cause.

Reaching the crescendo

Showing off her best

Let’s savor this awhile

In winter

We will rest.

Breathe the harvest sunrise

Take the time to sing

Goals are grandest when they’re reached…

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Next show in the Spring

(…bet you’ll love what I have planned.)

signed,

Mother Nature xo