Tanka sequence: Storm & Colour

Thank you for the prompt, Colleen. I should be filling in tax forms but much prefer this kind of procrastination 🙂 Colleen’s tanka challenge is here. If the words or the photo inspire you, this is where to post your tanka.

Wind whips up dark cloud,

north sea-coloured, wild and cold

with unfallen snow.

I watch the gull’s flight, soaring,

such courage in the storm’s eye.

 

Colour of my dreams,

you paint the world so brightly,

no blue more intense.

Blow winter clouds, wind, and mix

another stormy palette.

 

Wind of the grey world

blows a storm from the cold north

charged with snow and ice.

I peer through thick falling flakes

for beyond the grey, spring waits.

Winter roses

I keep forgetting about this lovely challenge. This tanka, inspired by the words ‘late’ and ‘bloom’ is for Colleen Chesebro. Pop over to her blog and read a few more.

Snow on the roses,

last blooms vie in pure whiteness

with winter beauty;

memories of summer sun,

petals blush in my cold hand.

No peace

This tanka is for Colleen’s challenge that I keep forgetting to write for. The words to include are

Peace & spirit

Photo ©Tobiasvde

No peace in the waves,

their restless, rolling spirit

sinks hope, a wrecked ship.

But I watch the grey gull soar,

plucking my dreams from the wind.

Morning tanka

On Ken’s blog, I discovered a link to a new challenge—Colleen’s tanka challenge. Tanka isn’t something I’ve done for a while. Hope this is in the right spirit.

Stars fade at morning,

fire in the east warms the sky,

I wake to birdsong

and hope, that you wait beneath

the last roses not fallen.