Hello, blog friends.
It's Tanka Tuesday, and today's host is Robbie Cheadle. She invites us to write a syllabic poem using an implied metaphor. I've decided to focus on the weather.
In the high desert of Arizona, we've entered the monsoon season with its unexpected downpours, dramatic electrical storms, and high winds. Within minutes, a quiet morning can erupt with dramatic changes in temperature and phenomena. And...I love it! 🌞
My tanka poem attempts to capture the thrills of the season, and through metaphors, it hopefully communicates the delight.
My poem ~
It's Tanka Tuesday, and today's host is Robbie Cheadle. She invites us to write a syllabic poem using an implied metaphor. I've decided to focus on the weather.
In the high desert of Arizona, we've entered the monsoon season with its unexpected downpours, dramatic electrical storms, and high winds. Within minutes, a quiet morning can erupt with dramatic changes in temperature and phenomena. And...I love it! 🌞
My tanka poem attempts to capture the thrills of the season, and through metaphors, it hopefully communicates the delight.
My poem ~
Two weeks ago, I wrote about some Guinea pigs in a field near our home. They still munch and play happily, so I've stopped worrying about them. Very sweet little critters!
And I mentioned seeing a large Javelina. Well, more have arrived, and they roam the area. It's a bit startling when you see one or several. Residents have to put up with them, because they are protected by law. From what I've been told, there is a hunting season January - March. But who would eat them?! Definitely, not me. 🙄
And I mentioned seeing a large Javelina. Well, more have arrived, and they roam the area. It's a bit startling when you see one or several. Residents have to put up with them, because they are protected by law. From what I've been told, there is a hunting season January - March. But who would eat them?! Definitely, not me. 🙄
Have a great week, my friends. 🌞
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