Hello, beautiful readers! For today's #TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge, Colleen Chesebro has asked us to write a tanka poem, which consists of five lines with a syllabic pattern of 5-7-5-7-7. They are untitled and do not rhyme.
As some of you know, I am a member of RWISA, the Rave Writers Int'l Society of Authors. Throughout the year, they ask their authors to create pieces on certain themes. So, this week I've been working on a piece for them about a memory I have of my mother and I macraméing together when I was a child. With that occupying my thoughts, I created the following tanka.
macramé moments
cotton chords create beauty
time with mom well spent
wise lessons woven within
the thread of life remembers
Do you have special memories of a moment with a parent? I'd love to hear from you.
Would you like to try to write your own tanka? Join us here.
Beautiful memoir of time spent with your mom. My favorite lines:
ReplyDelete"life lessons woven within
the thread of life"
Thank you, Jade! I was looking for something that would represent the whole span of one's life and I thought of the Greek Fates and the chord they held in their hands that represented one's life. When I looked it up, I learned it was simply called the thread of life, so I used it. :-)
DeleteYou're welcome and thank you for explaining your writing process :)
DeleteBeautifully touching and heartfelt, Yvette.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Eugenia! I appreciate your kind words. :-)
DeleteSuch a beautiful and poignant poem, Yvi. I love it! ❤️
ReplyDeleteThank you, Gwen! I'm happy you enjoyed it. :-)
Delete"Wise lessons woven within..." So beautiful, Yvette.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jan! Originally, I had put life lessons, but when I realized I used the word 'life' in the last line, I found a way to change it up. I'm happy with the little fix. :-)
DeleteThat was gorgeous, Yvette. I love your word choices, how they work as metaphors, and how they "tie" it all together. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI see what you did there. ;-) Thank you for your kind words. :-)
DeleteI love this and the memories it has for you. I used to love doing this as a girl. It is amazing how simple things can mean so much. Xo
ReplyDeleteThese moments were special for me, but they were a memory that I had stored away. It wasn't until I was trying to think of a special memory to share that I remembered these moments. I'm happy you were able to connect with my poem, Denise! :-)
DeleteWhat a lovely memory! Reminds me of my aunts who used to weave such beauties at home. It was a productive get-together for friends. 😊
ReplyDeleteYes, it was. My mother and I made several pot holders from our macramé times. Thanks for visiting, Balroop! :-)
DeleteBeautiful thoughts!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Reena! :-)
DeleteThis writers society seems interesting, your poem is lovely.
ReplyDeleteIt's a wonderful group of authors who love reading and writing. Feel free to click on the link above to learn more about them. Thanks for stopping by, Elizabeth! :-)
DeleteLovely memory captured in your verse ❤️
ReplyDeleteThank you, Angela! I appreciate you visiting. :-)
DeleteThis whole idea of macrame is endearing. My mother didn't Macrame. She knitted, crocheted and sewed. That's fantastic that you and your mom did. Your poem captures the lovely togetherness moment so well. I love your words. Be well, Yve. Blessing you. xoxo
ReplyDeleteMy mother also sewed. I took lessons one summer and made an outfit, but it wasn't for me. It always felt like work. Lol! I did enjoy cross-stitching, latch hooking, and macraméing, though. I appreciate your visit and your kind words, Selma! :-)
DeleteThe tanka really takes me to that moment of your memory, Yvette. And what a coincidence. This morning I found a little purse (really an open bag on a shoulder strap haha) that I macramed when I was about 14. I love this memory of you and your mom.
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful, Luanne! I was 12 or 13 when I would macramé with my mom, and we used to make holders for potted plants. It was fun revisiting those memories. Thanks for sharing yours with me. :-)
DeleteMy mother taught me to embroider. Threads really do connect us.
ReplyDeleteYes, they do. Thank you for visiting and sharing, Kerfe! :-)
DeleteI remember crocheting with my mother. Your poem captures what that's like.
ReplyDeleteI'm happy you were able to connect with my poem! Thank you for visiting. :-)
DeleteSpecial moments remembered!
ReplyDeleteYes, indeed, Merril! Thanks for stopping by. :-)
DeleteSeeing other people’s lovely moments with their mothers (or fathers) warms my heart.
ReplyDeleteI'm happy to make your heart happy, Melissa! Thanks for sharing! :-)
DeleteThat's such a beautiful and heartfelt tanka. I was a stubborn boy raised in a tough love environment. My dad has always been the gentler one, probably because he found me on my best manners. A mother's love shines through though, when we get older.
ReplyDeleteSo true, Jude! I grew up in a strict household, but there were loving moments sprinkled within throughout the years. As a child, we don't always see (or feel) the love, especially from older generations. It's when you are older that you see your parents through different lenses (sometimes). Thanks for visiting and sharing, Jude! :-)
DeleteYvi, I loved this tanka. Sharing special moments with your parents comes back to you when you're older for sure. This was a wonderful capture of that time together.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Colleen! I'm happy you enjoyed it. :-)
Delete(Jules) Your piece reminds me of a children's book I read a long time ago about a Native Peoples' tradition of stories associcated with knots on a counting rope. :D
ReplyDeleteA lovely memory to cerish!
How wonderful that I could trigger that memory! It sounds like a great story. Thanks for sharing that, Jules! :-)
Delete