Emoji, Haiku, Tanka Challenge

I’m issuing a Challenge! I’m starting a new form of Haiku or Tanka, ones that include Emojis. The Emojis are pronounced as what they represent. Why not try one yourself? My example, a Tanka is posted below. Puns are encouraged! I look forward to your entries.

I hear sleet ‘ticking’

Against my dark window panes

EmogiFrown, no school again

Morning, the alarm clock peals

And the kids come EmojiAndroidDragonFace in.

Emily EmojiWinkAndHand


(The emojis are in order of use: Frown, dragon, a wink and okay)


What Florid Fingers

What florid fingers
Tentatively probing
Come slyly slinking
Spreading wide
Dimming the glories
That crown ebon infinity
Majestic vault bestrewn
Myriad stars a twinkle
That tardy tenebrous tumescence
Burnished brilliance breaking
Hovering on the horizon
Whereof devious digits
Piercing achromatic night
Tentatively probing
Laboring towards the vertex
Spreading in a panorama
Varnishing the firmament
Lo, that gleaming grandeur
Swelling towards repletion
Abolishing the dark horizon
Heralding the arrival of morn
Tis the timorous dawn.

I wrote this poem after seeing this sunrise (which I’ve tried to recreate)  one morning when I was staying with my mother.




First spring gust surges
Wind’s wake betrays thaw’s approach
Honking Vee’s flying
Harbingers of equinox
Efflorescent explosion.


I choose to write a Tanka.

#Haikai Challenge #72 (2/9/19): first spring gust (haru ichiban) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga
This week, write the haikai poem of your choice (haiku, senryu, haibun, tanka, haiga, renga, etc.) in which you state or allude to the first spring gust (haru ichiban)

#Haikai Challenge #72 (2/9/19): first spring gust (haru ichiban) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga




Streaking sky grey
Fleecy clouds inspire
Wondrous visions
Misty blue hills rising
Decorating the horizon
Vistas expanding
Worlds mysterious
Dreaming of impossibilities
Potentialities expanding
Becoming reality
Frees the spirit
Profits your soul.

Exactly 36 Words
Weekend Writing Prompt #92: “Wool-gathering”



winterfield furrows

Fallow lies the furrowed earth
Entombed by bitter bleakness
Winter, that inhospitable season
Waiting patiently
Seasons cycling
Spring’s rebirth
Exuberant verdant explosion
Flora splitting the soil
Wild geese scything the sky
Songbirds caroling joyfully
Fountaining hope
Resurrection of the soul.


40 Words exactly
Weekend Writing Prompt #90: “Furrowed”