Faith – The Void Filler: Tanka

aerial photography of black and grey clouds

Photo by Matt Flores on Unsplash

Life deals unfairness
Great sorrow and dark losses 
The vacuous void
We but only can hope fill –
Faith the greatest void filler

Written for  Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday .  Colleen explains that a Tanka follow s a 5/7/5/7/7 syllable structure, and consist of five lines.  These are written in the first person point of view. “This is important because the poem should be written from the perspective of the poet.”  This week’s prompt calls for the poem to contain synonyms for EMPTY & SPACE.

My Tanka, this week is written from the perspective of both grief and hope, in the aftermath of a recent bereavement, but with a Christian faith to carry me through.


Head Held Up: A Tanka of Hope

Image by Susan Cipriano from Pixabay

Flood waters rising
Life pommeled on every side
In woe – senses drown –
But still in bloom despite it
Head held up against the flow


The tanka is a five lined poem with a 5-7-5-7-7 syllable form.  It often centres on imagery, but today I have gone for emotive feel in the hope that the message that life’s pressures and assaults need not drown us.  There is hope, and we can stand against the pains and concerns life deals us.  Written on the first full day of my widowhood.


To Await A Coming Storm

Landscape, Autumn, Morgenstimmung, Haze

image – Pixabay

In the morning they ascended –

The rolling hills of deepest green –

To await a coming storm


At noon they knelt and prayed there –

Amid the glens and knolls, that –

In the morning they ascended


In the afternoon they fought there –

A struggle for their lives, in –

The rolling hills of deepest green


By eve with battle ended –

Many brave lads ne’er again –

To await a coming storm




Shadow Poetry … Cascade

Cascade, a form created by Udit Bhatia, is all about receptiveness, but in a smooth cascading way like a waterfall. The poem does not have any rhyme scheme; therefore, the layout is simple. Say the first verse has three lines. Line one of verse one becomes the last line of verse two. To follow in suit, the second line of verse one becomes the last line of verse three. The third line of verse one now becomes the last line of verse four, the last stanza of the poem.

a/b/c, d/e/A, f/g/B, h/i/C


Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Cascade Poem

Without Horizon

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Without Horizon

Raised in hills and valleys,

Land of waterfalls and sheep,

Of cloud and rain, and narrow views,

The sky pinched by mountains steep.


Reared in a place of woodlands,

Of trees and foliage thick,

By forests on every hand – closing in,

The sky dappled by leaves and sticks.


Raised in climes of ice and snow,

Where, as one, land and sky do blend,

A white-washed place of blowing drifts,

A vast whiteness without end.

(74 words)



This piece is offered as a metaphor for how our views are narrowed by our upbringings, and how our world can be so well enhanced by seeing the world (both literally and through the eyes of others).

Sammi Cox’s Challenge

The Stars Rejoice

This is my first attempt at a timed prompt:


The Stars Rejoice

The darkest nights upon a new moon do fall,

Yet the stars rejoice in the opportunity to shine,

They brighter for the lunar disks absence from heaven’s hall,

And for long nocturnal minutes, they paint the heavens in bright array,

All in prelude of the sun’s coming claim of day.


Padre (14 minutes + 4 to find the photo)

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: January 15, 2019 Today’s prompt: Use the words new moon/minutes/prelude in a poem


Miscellaneous Prompted Micro Poems

Silent forms together huddled lie,
Victims of cruel Autumn’s vengeance,
Mourned only by the tears of the watching sky.

TLT Throwback 29 Nov 18

All by six divided –
Yet, no two ever the same-
Heaven-born crystal destined, but a moment to remain.

TLT Throwback  6 December 2018

Puffed against Winter’s barren chill
Ever defiant to the monochrome conquest
Life’s tiny sunburst hope of Spring.

TLT Throwback 13 Dec 18


For youth – the world is ever tinted –

In Shades of rose and hope,

Too readily set aside when weathered by age.


Inspiration Call: Micropoetry Monday 17 December 18

sunset wreck 1

There is a spirit to a ship –
That is why we call her she –
And when she perishes that soul’s set free –
Leaving but her bones – cast upon the sea.

CCC6 19 Dec 18



Over All that Flows

Here is a take on the prompts from Haunted Wordsmith’s challenge.

Over All that Flows

Poseidon in Hellas,

Neptune when in Rome,

But the true Master of the sea,

Makes all the cosmos His throne.

King over all the waters,

Able to calm the stormy seas,

His power so abundant,

Even waters from Him flee.

No Tsunami in its raging,

No flood in all its show,

Compares to the One eternal,

Who controls their every flow.




Prompt: King, Power, Eternal