Hope has returned;
Faith, too, has been restored
By sweet Sélená,
So by me so adored,
Of my spirit, mistress lord.
I have to say, “Thank you” to BeeHappee for leading me to another fun challenge, the challenge of Tanka, another poetic form of which I’ve not been familiar. Tanka is another Japanese poem-form consisting of five lines, the first and third of which have five syllables and the other seven, making 31 syllables in all and giving a complete picture of an event or mood; from tan meaning “short” and ka meaning “song.” This was fun, too, but even harder than the Haiku!
So the sun rises
On some few new ideas
Full of surprises.
My dear readers (and friends!), most of you already know about Haiku, but to be honest, I didn’t … not really. Well, learn something new each day, right? Anyway, just in case any of you are like me ~ LOL ~ Haiku is (or comes from) a Japanese poem-style of seventeen syllables, in three lines of five, seven, and five, traditionally evoking images of the natural world. There are, of course, obviously English imitations of this. So this is my very first venture into Haiku! It was honestly harder than I expected … at least for me! But fun!
He was born into a family so kind, with ties that bind
Children to father, mother, and sister to brother,
And other blood kin in such goodness-home assigned;
Blessed by Christ-cover, yet searching for another,
This one would be marked to be the one love left behind.
Child plays in bright-lit days; silent sleep at night,
No blight, never fright, with ones so dear ere so near,
And he could hear chimes of heaven in rhythmic time,
Yet did darkness climb up in hypnotic beauty sublime;
Ne’er would he find one so unkind; love left him behind.
He married and tarried in cold unaffection, defection
Of the heart, rejection of bed-mate in uncovered hate
Even his children could see and grieve without reprieve;
And she chose to leave for devil-deception to weave;
He stood alone aligned with the place assigned…
This was the one love left behind.
Years later now, he begs creator for something greater
Than disappointment and failure, an healing ointment
To apply to cuts so deep in his shattered heart-keep,
As he walks along, sings sad song, no where to belong;
Even friends turn to let him burn with souls so stern.
This was the one love left behind
To wail for angel gracious and kind.
When I am gone, still will I remain, closer than the air you breath;
No more neighborhood walks, late night talks or climbing hickory trees,
But in the breeze I’ll whisper clear, in sunshine hold you near;
With gentle rain, wash away the pain and perchance even the stain
Left behind by so many halts and faults, and angry word assaults…
Maybe grace will afford me lace to bind broken heart left behind;
I’m sorry … so sorry.
Kept in prison cell, chains of hell, with suffering I cannot tell,
I was never free to be me, all too blind to see so much debris
Left in trails of wasted days, or hear the wails and hurtful tales;
Now no love prayed from above, or spirit dove can for me amend
Broken hearts and shattered parts; take back all the poison darts
Thrown so carelessly, though I didn’t know how deep the blow…
I’m sorry … so sorry.
Now somehow, someday you’ll walk and hear me talk in whisper wind
And feel my love I send in golden rays on far gentler days,
And by your side will I abide; no need to hide as we stride,
Hand in hand, my beloved dear … Yes, there will be cheer,
When I am gone and oh-so-near…
I’m sorry … so sorry.
Are you here? Are you near? And will you shed one tear?
The path is long, the road of dirt rugged, full of fear;
But do you hear my mournful cries, Isus, and what belies
My doubt as I shout at the iron obstacles I cannot mount?
What did you say so long ago in the dawn of kingdom day
To fix me now so I shall bow and again my faith avow?
Or is it time to sigh and cry, turn away from the lie,
Set eye upon another road to carry lesser heart-load?
To seek an abode, what will not corrode, but my soul fly
To higher heights, where angels dance and spirits prance,
Where freedom rings true, dreams are new, heavenly view?
Is this now to be my course, dear Isus, driven by force
To another source of sweet morning dew and words so true?
Have we journeyed this long only to find I don’t belong;
No redemption song because you were never with me along?
Shall I now find new bed, where to lay my head instead
Of your bosom strong and sure, and with whispers allure,
And promises to cure, only now to be buried full dead?
Oh Isus, do you hear? Are you near? Do you shed a tear?
Or shall I but part with an illusion, some grand delusion,
Or are you real enough to feel enough my heart to seal?
Or has the moment come now … has now the time come?
Well, to say the least, I’m truly humbled and honored to have received the ‘Blogger Recognition Award,’ and I heartily thank Amina Berg for her nomination of my site. Quite some time ago, I did receive an award, but as Amina said in her own comments, this is still rather new to me … and, well, exciting! After all, who doesn’t like to be recognized? This is energizing and inspirational, all for which I’m profoundly grateful.
Consequently, I’m very happy to abide by the “rules of the game,” so to speak, and make my own nominations. I’m only sorry that I’m limited to 15… It almost seems unfair that I should leave out anyone who has contributed so much to my life, and believe me, many blog articles and poems have made a tremendous impact!
First, however, I understand I’m supposed to say a few word about how I began blogging, then offer some advice to new bloggers.
How I started blogging
Actually, I began writing seriously when I was in the eighth grade, when we had no Internet and, of course, had heard nothing of “blogging.” My greatest hope then was to have a letter to the editor actually published in the local newspaper! When that happened I was exhilarated! So when technology advanced and we entered cyberspace, surfacing the “Net,” an entirely new world opened up to me. At first, I started my own (free) web page. (Does anyone remember those days? The look and feel of it all was really tacky! LOL) This is where I first “blogged,” I suppose, even though it was not called “blogging.” Believe me, when I first tripped into Word Press, it was like a gift heaven-sent. I could actually have an open space, free (unless I wanted to add some features), and aesthetically appealing (or at least not tacky. LOL) Now I’ve been officially blogging for … hmmm, over three years? Well, quite a few years, and still loving it; probably loving it more now than when I first began.
Advice to new bloggers
Be authentic, genuine, true to who you are and what it is you really want to present. Take time; take care and, what might be very difficult, take critique with serious consideration. Work to improve, but don’t stress out… Have fun!
Again, as Amina said, there are many bloggers I’d like to recognize but the “rules of the game” limit us to fifteen. Be that as it may, I would like to pass along the ‘Blogger Recognition Award’ to the following blogs/bloggers:
- The Seeds 4 Life
- Homo est Machina
- A Word of Substance
- Random Thoughts
- Ordinary Adventures
- Desert Rose in Bloom
- My Fair Vagabond
- Inking the Thinking
- Shadow of Iris
- Politics of Writing
- Kamala Thompson
- Write and Say It
- Curly Miri
… AND here are the rules for the “Blogger Recognition Award”:
- Select 15 other blogs you want to give the award to. Do some digging if you must! Find those blogs. You cannot nominate yourself or the person who has nominated you.
- Write a post to show off your award! Give a brief story of how your blog got started, and give a piece or two of advice to new bloggers. Thank whoever nominated you, and provide a link to their blog. List who you’ve nominated in the post. Make sure to also attach the award itself! (You can do this by right-clicking, saving, and uploading the image above).
- Comment on each blog and let them know you’ve nominated them. Provide a link to the award post you created.
- Provide a link to the original post on Edge of Night . That way, anyone can find the original guidelines and post if needed, and we can keep it from mutating and becoming confusing!