Poems – willowdot21

“Cinquain Poetry Prompt 48: FAITH is your inspiration.”

True faith
Is blind belief
The sun will always rise
Earth spins on it’s axis until
It stops.

Mankind
No longer has
Faith in anything but
Mammon. It’s the one shiny God,
Selfish.

RONOVANWRITES AMERICAN CINQUAIN CHALLENGE

#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 61, Sisterly Love, 04/21/26

The header to this blog is actually my cousin but we are only months apart in age and we grew up together so she is like an extra sister. Lindy Loo.

This weeks Tanka Tuesday is hosted by the delightful Yvette ! She says. “Next week is my sister’s 50th birthday. While we have definitely had some trying times, especially during our childhood years, she is my absolute best friend. We talk every day and make every effort to spend time together at least once a month.”

So this week Yvette want’s focus on sisterly love. She says she realized that not everyone is blessed in having an amazing sister like she does. So for those of you who do not, you can broaden your idea of sisterly love. It could mean sisterhood, friendship, or support of all women.

For this week, let’s focus on the idea of sisterly love or sisterhood. Find a syllabic poetry form that works for you, and let your inspiration flow. Need help finding a form? Click here.

I have two wonderful sisters who I love dearly and we are are in touch daily. But we had another sister who we lost eleven years ago . So I have written about her. The form I have chosen to write is an Etheree . I wrote it so your can either read it from top to bottom or bottom to top. I have written about Mary’s death before but I have rewritten the poem so it is now syllabic.

My beautiful sister Mary and I about thirty years ago.

My dear and beautiful second eldest sister died in October 2015 . She was a nursing sister all her working life and she touched so many lives. She died a horrible and painful death due to a drug resistant bug.

Last moments

Machines murmured and slowly stopped their pings
Your soul, finally at peace, found wings.
After months of pain you are gone.
With your true love dancing free .
God Bless you sister dear
Is your heart soaring
I miss you so,
Rest in peace
Sister
Dear

Dear
Sister
Rest in peace
I miss you so.
Is your heart soaring?
God bless you Sister dear.
With your true love dancing free
After months of pain you are gone.
Your soul, finally at peace, found wings.
Machines murmured and slowly stopped their pings.

Thank You !

I was delighted and honoured to receive this email today. I have been blogging for getting on for fifteen years now and to tell you the truth I am totally chuffed to receive this honour.

As you can see Miss Gloria has had a hand in this. Thank you wordpress and all the new, to me, bloggers visiting me. Let’s not forget Gloria !

Cinquain Poetry Prompt 47: REFRESH is your inspiration.

To wake
To mornings song
Her colours refreshed new
Dawn floods life, makes all one with the
Planet

This is part of Ronovanwrites American Cinquain Challenge

#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 59, Onomatopoeia in Poetry 04/07/2026

Welcome to Tanka Tuesday, this week Robbie is your host for #TankaTuesday challenge. Robbie asks that “This week, we write poetry that includes onomatopoeia.

An Onomatopoeia is a type of word, or the process of creating a word, that phonetically imitates, resembles, or suggests a sound that it refers to. Some examples are crash, bang, squeal, etc.

This week, I’m asking you to write a syllabic poem in any of the forms listed on this site using at least one onomatopoeia.”

I have chosen to write a Sijo: Three Lines 14-16 syllables per line
A total of 44-46 syllables for the entire poem.

My onamatapoeic words are. Pounding, Bomp,Thrum, Crackle and Sigh.

AWAKENING

Heart pounding bomp, bomp, blood pulsing thrum, thrum senses heightened
Fingers touching, electric shocks fly crackle, crackle.
The earth sighs gently, sharing it’s blessings. Roots touching, sap rising

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 4, 2026. Hide

Ping went my phone! It was LindaGHill with her prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday. This week, she said: “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “hide.” Use it way you’d like. Enjoy!”

As it is Easter I have put my thoughts together on the prompt, as to how Jesus might have felt in the Garden of Gethsemane before he was betrayed by Judus and arrested by the Romans. Whether or not you celebrate Easter I wish everyone a happy weekend.

All alone the young man sat and wept. He had no where to hide. He had spent forty days and nights in the desert praying and pondering his future. He knew he had to face his ordeal…he could not hide from what lie ahead , he could not hide from his father who was all seeing. He knew he had to suffer for all mankind to be forgiven but still he was afraid…he could not hide from that.

There is no escape
This poisonous future looms
Why must I suffer
He asked of the cold morning light.
Hide me father please help me.

#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 58, Fools Abound! 03/31/26

This week out host for Tanka Tuesday is Yvette . Who says ” We are at the end of March and at the precursor to the fun (and sometimes annoying) holiday of April Fools Day! There are many theories about how this holiday originated. For this week, write a poem about types of fools or fun or annoying pranks. Find a syllabic poetry form that works for you, and let your inspiration flow. Need help finding a form? Click here.

I have chosen to write an Abhanga poem. The fool is known to all and sadly around all year long.

Mockingly the knave bows,
Golden mirrors shatter.
Bombs drop, hear the clatter
It is no joke.

I want it all he screams!
Haha says the sad clown
His words spreading a frown
There’s nothing left.

Gone, blown to kingdom come
Fuel no more a worry
No sense left to parry
Has fool the won?

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 28, 2026. Portrait.

Ping went my phone and it was LindaGHill with the prompt for SoCs this week. Here’s what she had to say:”Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “portrait.” Use it way you’d like. Have fun!“

Perfectly captured a portrait of now
Oh! They are here and in plain sight.
Reality is screaming their names.
Too late we see them waiting.
Ready to overpower us.
Already they’ve fingers on the buttons.
It’s too late to stop them now
Truth is it, is our own fault.

#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 57, The Hautt, 3/24/26

Image: Shiebi AL

This week your prompt for Tanka Tuesday comes from Melissa. Here is what she has to say. Hi, everybody! “Welcome to this week’s Tanka Tuesday poetry challenge. Melissa here from Mom With a Blog. I checked out some new (to me) syllabic forms in an attempt to find something we might not have done here before. I found the “Hautt” poetry form at Poetry Magnum Opus.