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Turn over
For another month.
Summer’s done.
Autumn’s here.
Make the most of it; winter’s
Just round the corner.

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Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 142, 1st of the Month #Poet’sChoice

Flight Of Fancy


I met you in the dappled Springtime
Radiant with blossom and birdsong
Ah yes – But time flies like the wind

We courted through dancing Summer
A passion that fair spanned the skies
Ah yes – But time flies like the wind

Ripening Autumn brought composure
And a deep resounding companionship
Ah yes – But time flies like the wind

And what shall I say of bleak Winter?
Chill reminder that all things must pass
Remember – Time flies like the wind

Remember – While hope springs eternal
Still our dreams will remain mañanas
And fruit flies … They like bananas

Perennial Winter Of Discontent


Awake in is-ness
Not contented with content
Sought the container

Circular Passage


In breath then out breath
Thus Summer begets Winter
Which reciprocates



Deep breath …
And …
Dive …

Cue: Fish
Swimming along alone
Unwittingly … Alarmingly … Lost
In some pea soup or other
Cue: Foghorns

(Cue: Definition
“Anything said or done
On or off stage, that is followed
By some specific line or act”)

Cue: Some moment designated: LOVE
Containing its own built-in distress
Statutory though … So no blame then
And with also some kind of kindness
Inserted just to be on the safe side
As Spring springs to life past Winter
Hmmm … Seems time to learn to listen to learn from Nature

As seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, years, whole lives
Slip by missed since busy spent seeking top marks
Spent forging on from nought to zero and back
For where’s the harm? Where’s the harm?
After all, after all, what’s zero after all
But the ground from whence all …

Hearts grow cold, a cold unnoticed
Hearts go to seed, to lockstep
Lockstep, lockstep, lockstep
From here and now to eternity
Nowhere now forever forever
Unnoticing the Eternity
Already here

Drowning in a homegrown madhouse
TVnRADIO busy busy busy working
Busy bent normalising the unforgivable
Exuding daily an utter absence of gorm
So good to have a friend though
Even if it is kind of imaginary

Children knew what those are all about
Before some way or another forgetting
Alas a loss alas a loss alas a loss
Brightness of eye now bedimmed yet body
Not yet quite hunted to extinction
Has and retains a mind of its own

Descended from apes
… Just not very far
… And not always in the right direction
Sheep bleat, mumble
“Don’t push at the back there”
An immodest silence
Opens and closes

Stuck fast twixt yes or no, cheese or chalk
Meaninglywhile preferring another option
A timeless walleyed stare into the abyss
Doomed to this personal threshold

Deep breath …
And …
Dive …


This was written as a contribution to The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt No. 58.


Winter Stravaig (24b)


Huffish gusts
Umber and ochre
Rule the roost
Trudge through mulch
Swaddled in umpteen layers
Drool of buttered toast


Shadorma November

And Then (8a)


Autumn leaves
As Winter arrives
Seems only
Leaves remained firmly attached
As we cling to life


Shadorma November

Seasoned Just So


Spring waters flow forth
Now after Now after Now
Summer, Autumn, Wint…

Sunny Side Up


Let us fill Winter
Cold and dark both night and day
With our warm regards



Snow lies everywhere
Summer but a memory
But here come snowdrops

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