adrift to the days of old
a sense of well being –
recess bell spawns youthful dash –
dusty school yard – smell of rain
For Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday where the prompt words are synonyms of “slow & work”.
I used “lollygagging & spawn”.
Lollygagging…what’s not to love about that word. I can hear my Primary School teacher’s voice (Mrs Beckford), “stop lollygagging and get in with it!”
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Mother Bea sits in her wooden rocking chair on the rickety varandah. She is placed there every morning. She does not walk. She must be over 80 years old. Even her kids were old. When you are little, everybody is old! I watch her as she watches the daily interactions of the children in the yard. She would make one word prouncements on the goings-on.
Cry baby. Smart. Determined. Thick skull. I often wondered how she arrived at these critiques from such a distance. And more often, just who she was talking about!
at times it’s futile
figuring out which spirit
whisper the loudest
in their attempts to guide me –
probably pointless, thick skull!
For Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday
Where the prompt is synonyms for :
Ghost & Hollow
Over at Cape Diem Haiku we’re being introduced to the Sijo. A Korean form of poetry “…more ancient than haiku, the Korean Sijo shares a common ancestry with haiku, tanka and similar Japanese genres. All evolved from more ancient Chinese patterns.
Sijo is traditionally composed in three lines of 14-16 syllables each, totaling between 44-46 syllables. A pause breaks each line approximately in the middle; it resembles a caesura but is not based on metrics.
Oh that I might capture the essence of this deep midwinter night (16)
And fold it softly into the waft of a spring-moon quilt (14)
Then fondly uncoil it the night my beloved returns. (14)