To Dust – Weekly Poetry Challenge

Yesterday we went on a hike that led us to Alsace and three old castles: Loewenbourg, Wegelnbourg, and Hohenbourg – mostly reduced to ruins. The sight’s a good reminder: All that is now will eventually turn to dust. So here’s my entry to Colleen’s Poetry Challenge. Synonym words were CHANGE and DEFY.

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~To Dust~

The hands of time turn
mercilessly—eat the world
alive, bit by bit.
Stone breaks to dust, flesh withers.
Nothing withstands time’s power.

All shifts, all crumbles—
memories that remain fade
into nothingness.

 

Another picture of one of the ruin’s doors/arches – it’s the entrance that led to a spiral staircase used to get to the upper part of the castle. Only a few steps are left, you can see the remains peeking out from behind the left door frame.
The castle was established in the 13th century and destroyed and rebuilt several times as ownership and allegiances shifted. This arch’s time stamp dates back to 1578. That’s 400 years between the year the stone mason chiseled those numbers into that slab of stone and my own arrival here on earth – 440 between that day and the day this picture was taken.

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Summer Peril – Tanka Challenge #96

My Tanka poem for Colleen’s Tanka challenge #96. It’s been unbearably hot in most of Europe – a poem about the summer’s cruel grasp seems to be a natural topic.
This week’s prompt words were CONGREGATE and PASSION. I chose meet and heat as synonyms.

~Summer Peril~

Meet me at the foot
of the thirsty willow tree.
Its leaves fall in sheets,
dancing pirouettes of death
down to the dry riverbed.

Last week’s rain dance went
unheard, is unanswered still.
The sky’s unblemished.
Below the weeping branches
we hide from the burning heat.

 

Head over Heels – Tanka

Welcome to the 94th instalment of Colleen’s Poetry Challenge—the 9th I am participating in. The synonym prompt words were BELIEFS and STRANGE. I used theory for beliefs and foreign for strange.
This week, my poem consists of two Tanka stanzas with a Haiku wedged in between.

~Head over Heels~

Is it yours to give
the heart I seek—I long for?
Black-hole gravity
in your eyes pulls me to you,
capturing skin, soul and mind.

Serendipity—
romantic theory—yet
inexplicable.

Simple sensations:
sweet blood rushes, pulse quickens,
heartbeat jolts and jumps.
I take the risk and follow
this foreign path, this promise.

Shifting and Changing – Poetry Challenge – a Tanka

Some busy months have passed, and so it’s been some time since I participated in Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. I am all the more happy to post this Tanka today.
Colleen’s prompts were PLAN and INSPIRATION – as always with the catch to only use synonyms. I used the words schedule and whim.

Granted, my week is not as carefree as the poem might suggest. Still, I think a little flexibility in our plans is a good thing. You might want to check out my post about Bullet Journals for Authors here.

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Picture: Ingo Rammer, Isle of Skye, 5:30am view from Quirang down to Staffin Bay

~Shifting and Changing~

My weekly schedule,
more a guideline than a rule,
adapts to my whims,
in the spur of the moment,
in the flux of time and space.

You, Melting my Core – Poetry Challenge

Here’s my entry for Colleen’s 2018 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 79.
The weeks’ prompt words were DANCE & COMMAND – as always, synonyms only.I used sway & twirl, and govern & guide.
I wrote a set of three stanzas, each in Tanka style. I really like the form. Enjoy.

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~You, Melting my Core~

Give me your hand and
I will sweep you off your feet.
I’ll sway you, twirl you
’til the world dissolves and all
you see is my glowing smile.

Grant me a kiss and
I will touch, ever gently,
my honest promise
to your heavenly-sweet lips
’til I steal your breath away.

Gift me your heart and
I will gladly grant you mine
to govern, to guide,
to melt, and to shape anew;
’til it’s yours, forevermore.

Forging Our Luck – A Haibun/Tanka

It’s time for the weekly poetry challenge, brought to you by Colleen (77th installment.)
This week’s (non)prompt words were CHARM and TIME. I’ve done a lot of Tanka poems recently, but today I opted for the Haibun form, this time a double Tanka reflecting the prose. Enjoy!

DSC01376 Picture: Schiessentümpel waterfall, Mullerthal, Luxembourg; IR-June 2017

~Forging Our Luck~
The world’s prime attribute is to be a never ceasing flux, the future constantly changing, challenging old habits and notions. This is good. It’s how we evolve as human beings, as nations, as mankind.
At times, those currents run low and hidden from sight, working their magic on a subtle level like a river licking away its icy confines come spring. Slowly, but steadily.
At times, it’s less gentle.
At times, something trips and the pent-up power of change breaks through and ripples the polished surface of established routines. With a vengeance, it forces us to assess our reality anew. Hopefully, we evolve to a better kind of ourselves, to a more magnanimous future.

At times, perception
Shifts and points our attention
To the core issue
Hidden beneath a layer
Of old, stifling conventions.

If ever the day
Was ripe for change, it is now.
I see a new age
Dawning, rising, bewitching,
Pushing ahead, undaunted.

#Tanka Tuesday – Weekly Poetry Challenge

I missed the last two rounds but this week I made it. Here is my entry for Colleen’s weekly #Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge No. 75. The prompt words for the week were “Patience” and “Green.” I used for serene for patience, but there are more phrases hinting at patience in the poem. Same with the prompt “Green” — I used fresh, new, and tender.

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~Tokens of Change~

Follow me and feel
Frosty winter’s sparkling coat
Scrunch beneath our feet.
The world’s serene and silent
And waiting, biding her time.

Come with me and search
The white blanket for fresh hope.
See! The snowdrops poke
Their proud heads through frosty floes.
Brave soldiers, defying ice.

See! Silver catkins
Herald winter’s close demise.
The old kingdom melts,
Relinquishing its cold kiss
To a softer, milder touch.

Together we yearn
For tender, budding color.
Hear the new promise,
The faint whisper of springtide.
The queen of seasons returns.