Worms (Haiga-Senryu)

For Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 128 #SynonymsOnly Spring & Sing, I used Bound & Call. With my graphite, I combined this Senryu into a Haiga.

Senryu:

a call bluffing wild
worms inching a creepy dive
bound for her apple
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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.
   

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

Christmas, Cookies (Two Senryu Poems)

Children at their best

Pretending sleep for Christmas

Beneath snow packed roofs

From their hearth flakes fall 

Upon plates of warm cookies 

Scent blankets the home

Photo from pixabay.

You may notice in my series of paired Haiku and Senryu poems that they also contain a third, slightly hidden poem highlighted throughout the words of the two. If you haven’t noticed before, or haven’t seen my others, I would welcome feedback.

This has been a fun challenge to keep the lines sensical while still being able to flow with context of a third poem.

May the holidays bring you peace, thank you very much for reading my prattles and oddities.