The Road You’re On (Tanka)

Not in ecstasy,
Nor anger, nor agony.
Find the middle path
‘Tween ascetic and excess
Free from suffering and grief.


My response to Colleen’s 2018 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 76: JOY & FURY, #SnyonymnsOnly.


Only One Moment (a tanka)

A single moment
Is all that truly exists,
No past; no future.
One moment in which to act,
One moment in which to make a change.



Tanka for My Son

Watching you grow up
Grateful for every moment
Bound by love, not blood.
Baseball, Jedi, and Time Lords
I never want it to end.


My fourth response to Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Tuesday Challenge Recap & A Month of November Poetry Prompts.


Undone Dreams (Tanka)

The ghost of lost dreams
Forgotten and abandoned
Hair grows gray and thin
Haunted by deeds gone undone
Time lost, never to return.


This is my response to Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Tuesday Challenge No. 54: GHOST & HAUNT.

Plato’s Cave (Tanka)

Shapes on the cave wall
Mind-mist, distorted; unreal
Crawl into the light
Eyes adjust to sunlight
Reality seems insane


This was written in response to Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge No. 53 – MIST & SHAPE.

Your Voice (a Tanka)

To find your true voice
Look within, observe yourself
Behold the pure you.
Ignore judgments from without,
Project your truth to the world.


Written in response to Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 50 #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: VOICE & WATCH, I substituted “observe” for “watch.”

Raven’s Flight (Tanka)


Soar away, raven
From your master’s hand, away
See the world around
Spy the comings and goings
He awaits your quick return.


This is my response to Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 49 #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: Soar & Wait.

If Looks Could Kill (a Tanka)


Murky dark hallways
Stone statues silently scream
Frozen in granite
Forever held in terror
The Gorgon smiles; turns away


This is my response to Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 48 #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: STONE & TURN

Image is Medusa by Arnold Böcklin (16 October 1827 – 16 January 1901). Found on Wikimedia Commons.

Óðrœrir (a Tanka)

Kvasir, the wisest
Born of Æsir and Vanir
Slain by jealous dwarves
Blood brewed into honey-wine:
Óðinn’s mead of poetry.


Pronunciation key and notes:
ð = “th” and in this
Óðrœrir = Oh-thur-or-ear (Old Norse, “Stirrer of Inspiration,” another name for the Mead of Poetry).
Kvasir = Kvas-ear (A Norse god created from the spittle of the Æsir and Vanir and considered the wisest of all creatures).
Æsir = Ice-ear (The Norse gods)
Vanir = Va-near (Another tribe of Norse gods)
Óðinn = oh-thin (Odin, leader of the Æsir)
You can read more about the Mead of Poetry here.

This is my response to Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge #46 – #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: HONEY & WINE. I descided, given this week’s prompt words, to combine three of my favorite things: Tanka, Norse Mythology, and Mead!

The Hunt (tanka)

Searching for answers
To questions forever asked.
Seeking only truth
Following the path ahead
Finding myself on the way.


This is my response to Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge # 44 – #Haiku #Haibun or #Tanka: HUNT & FIND