Hollow Void (Haibun-Haiga)

For Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 124 #SynonymsOnly Game & Trouble – I used Match & Ill in a Haibun. I also used one of my own watercolors to elevate the Senryu into a Haiga. I wasn’t sure if there was a duration to the prose, so it may need to be reduced for brevity.

Poem:

Spreading void, ill light
Match's neglect waxes high
As hollow wick dries

Prose:

Thick pools of viscous swirled and bounced in front of my vision as I struggled, trying to adjust to the all-encompassing void. I searched in vain to discern shapes the pitch, hungry to pick out anything familiar. I couldn’t see a thing.
 
The house’s darkness was unyielding, holding tightly to any vestige of light. Deprivation had a lethargic effect on me, bonding with some primitive fear that seemed all too happy to glue my legs in place. This instinct continued its torment by spreading cold goosebumps that crawled over my skin like wildfire. The unpleasant sensation was causing the hairs on my arms to stand at attention.
 
I stretched out my hands slowly and they soon discovered the hollow door frame I was standing in. The wood’s tactile reassurance offered very little in the way of comfort as it was but an insignificant island in an overwhelming sea of abstract. And yet the dim glitter of hope held me captive. As often an anchor moors against an anxious tide, I too stood hostage, tethered to this hollow refuge.

The sleeping house was still new to me, having only moved in the week before. Most of my belongings were still locked safely in cardboard and smothered in bubble-wrap, strewn about the strange rooms with curious abandon. There was simply no sense of where things were in the dark.

Gradually, ever so slowly quietly, I felt myself calming down, gaining control. Relieved that the tension was finally over, I took a steadying breath, chasing out the last knots of terror from my stomach. I was going to be okay.

As soon as I released my noisy exhale, it echoed back to me from beyond the black. As if waiting for this very moment a savage snarl broke out from down the hallway. Something had heard me. Something alive was with me in this darkness, and now it knew exactly where I was.
   

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Just A Wish (Haiga)

For Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 123 #SynonymsOnly Meaning & Passion, I used intent and thirst in a Senryu together with a watercolor I made based off of an image found on unsplash to form a Haiga.

Senryu:

This momentous wish
Chock-full of thirst and intent
Was stealing a kiss

2019

Crumpled (Haiga)

For Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 122, I made a Haiga with a watercolor that I painted from an image I found on pixabay and I then wrote a Senryu. The words I selected to use synonyms of were yield and cutie. I used crumpled and beauty.

As this is for Valentines Day, I also used feminine rhyme (rhymes of stressed syllables followed by unstressed, as found in tumbles / crumpled). Thank you for reading and Happy Valentines Day!!









petal tumbles down
comforting his crumpled ground
beauty stems from her

Senryu:

petal tumbles down
comforting his crumpled ground
beauty stems from her

Duel (Tanka)

Clear this idle deck
I’m to force friends to duel
Planks won’t walk themselves
When laggard swords aren’t talking
Love pains me to be shipwrecked

2019

For Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 121, “Slow & Work,” #SynonymsOnly, I used idle and laggard for slow, and force and pains for synonyms of work. This time ’round, my usage of “dual” synonyms gives this a bit of fun with having “duel” as a title.

Photo by Austin Neill on Unsplash

Stygian White (Etheree)

Thatched
Old roof
Bathed in pools
Of cloud’s sad gift
Vexing sullen shack
Who trembles holding back
To spite the stygian white
Marred branches of uneven size
Four frail panes worrying one weak latch
Windows of danger close nigh the rain’s pass

2019

Photo by Alex Dukhanov on Unsplash

For Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 120, “Cold & Storm,” #SynonymsOnly I used sullen and rain.

Joke (Etheree)

this
uncouth
joke’s on you
at the expense
of me, laughably
simple, yet blind to see
tears hot and riddled by truth
crashing through this spiteful lampoon
inner voice rails with the unanswered
stricken to rise from your luring banter

2019

Photo by Gabriel Matula on Unsplash

For Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 119 “Mystery & Attract,” #SynonymsOnly I used riddled (as a verb rather than a noun) and luring.