kiwinana – By Sarah

Poetry by Sarah, Tanka

No Beauty

October 16, 2017October 16, 2017 weejars

Image credit Dylan Collette

As consciousness sinks,
and subconscience reigns supreme,
the terror begins.

There’s no beauty in my dreams.
One day I fear I won’t wake.

Prompt: Ramblings of a Writer, Weekly Tanka Challenge, Week 66 – beauty and dreams

Il Colosseo

October 1, 2017 weejars

Surrounded by crowds,
valiant gladiators
fight until the death.

All that remains, a whisper;
ancient Roman history.

Author’s note: ‘Il Colosseo’ is the Italian name for the Colosseum (or Coliseum). It is also known as the Flavian Amphitheatre and is an oval amphitheatre in the centre of the city of Rome, Italy. Built of concrete and sand, it is the largest amphitheatre ever built. It is situated just east of the Roman Forum.

Prompt: Ramblings Of A Writer, Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge, Week 64 – surrounded and history

Poetry by Sarah, Tanka

Temptress

September 21, 2017September 21, 2017 weejars

Seductive. Playful.
A furtive glance, then eyes lock,
hinting at promise.
Bestowing a coy smile just
to leave you wonting and cold.

Image credit Pixabay

Prompt: Ramblings Of A Writer, Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge, Week 63 – playful and cold

Poetry by Sarah, Tanka

Road Trip

September 13, 2017September 13, 2017 weejars

Ready for some fun.
Nothing but friends, and the wide,
open road ahead.

Images in the rear view,
Mirroring fond memories.

Image credit anja.

Prompt: Ramblings Of A Writer, Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge, Week 62 – mirror and fun

Poetry by Sarah, Tanka

Blocked

September 7, 2017September 7, 2017 weejars

Image credit Maxime Bhm

A budding artist
brightening the streets with
colour explosions.
What bad luck – a blocked nozzle!
His final touches thwarted.

Prompt: Ramblings of a Writer, Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge, Week 61 – explosion and blocked

Poetry by Sarah, Tanka

No More

August 31, 2017August 31, 2017 weejars

Image credit Barbara Florczyk

Her only comfort,
as the rain falls around her,
– a canopy’s space.

She dreams of a time to come,
when the tears will flow no more.

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge #178; Ramblings of a Writer, Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge, Week 60 – space and dream

Poetry by Sarah, Tanka

Seventy-Five Years

August 24, 2017August 24, 2017 weejars

Holding his lady.
Married seventy-five years.
On deathbed he lies,
vows honored until the end.
A portrait of love, endures.

Author’s note: This piece is dedicated to my nanna, 95 years old, and my grandfather “Bill” who passed away in June 2015. They had a truly remarkable and inspiring love; married more than 75 years! I can’t even imagine the bond they shared. Nanna claims he still visits her every night in her dreams, asking her when she will join him 💜💙💚

Prompt: Ramblings Of A Writer, Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge, Week 59 – portrait and lady