Eye Of The Beholder?

This Shadorma maybe shows how In Tandem pictures do strange things to my mind!
 

By Jinksy

Morning mist,

wet road hiss of tyres.

Polished car -

going far?

Motorway miles flashing by,

mesmerizing mind.

And here's another Shadorma for Thursday Think Tank, just to keep the form going...

At our feet,

By Ella

red-gold treasures fall
from tall trees
which shower
Autumn's bounty upon us;
an unsought splendour.

A Penguin Odyssey

When you stand all day on ice and snow,
in a land where blustering blizzards blow
you find your extremities soon get numb -
your feet, your flippers, the tail on your bum.
One winter morning, I had an idea.
"I'll search and search both far and near
to find me a human whose dexterous hands
can knit a collection of stripey bands!"

With diligent searching I wandered for miles
till I finally reached the old British Isles -
and found a keen knitter. She pitied my plight.
"I promise I'll knit all day and all night
to create some sort of woollen mittens.
I'll make sure you'll no longer get frost-bitten."
The kind old soul was as good as her word.
" I hope you'll not feel too absurd
wearing wing-warmers, toe-toasties, tail wrap?"
"No! Look how my flippers are all of a flap!
That's my way of saying 'Thanks' Penny my dear.
They're the best things I've seen for many a year!"

Now I'm back home in the ice and snow,
I laugh at the wind. " Blow blizzard, blow!
For wing-warmers, toe-toasties and stripey tail wrap
have turned me into the happiest chap!"

This is my In Tandem #16 offering! Why don't you write one as well?

Trick Or Treat ?

The tapping of the typewriter keys woke me up. Nearby, hovered a malevolent blob of blackness, a spiky sprite of sinister mien. I saw it dance across the keyboard, clacking noises like steel tipped heels accompanying each bound, as inky letters appeared on the page.

“Beware the Witches this All Souls’ Eve !” I read.

Thanks to Tess for this Magpie Tales teaser, on a day when mischief is to be expected! By determination and a little bit of magic, there are 55 words ready for Friday, too!

Welsh Humour?

A dental check-up looms today,
and soon I will be on my way
to display my molars for him.
I'm hoping there will be good news,
for who in their right mind would choose
to maybe lose their sparkling grin?

Grace is keeping our brains active today, by introducing us to another Welsh poetic form, the Cywydd Llosgyrnog, which I can't pronounce...

However, I can understand the rhyme scheme and the following explanation.


 *******A
*******A
**a***B
*******C
*******C
**c***B

A second building block in the "cywydd" meter, this format is written using sestets.  The poem itself can be of any number of stanzas, but each stanza has a strict meter, containing two eight-syllable couplets and two interlacing rhymes on the third and sixth lines.  The third and sixth lines also rhyme with one another.

Pile Up On The M88?

Urban sprawl;
a cacophony
of traffic
overloads
sanity, stuns commuters
into submission.

Magpie 88 lead me to dream up this Shadorma pile up!

Fire, Fire?

By Natasha

Dragons. Such delightful beasts!
I’d welcome one to any feast -
especially a barbeque.
Imagine what their flames could do...
grilling burgers, flaming steaks
without the smoke clouds charcoal makes!
They’d have food finished to a turn,
they’d never let your bangers burn.
And when winter came at last,
they’d light fires in your hearth!


A combined offering for my In Tandem and, when Friday comes, for G-Man's 55

Retrospective Monday

Monday.
Who dreamt that up?
Think: if Tuesday came first,
would that have come to be despised
instead?
But then,
poor Wednesday
would lose pole position
as the turning point of the week.
We know
Thursday
lumbers along,
always looking ahead
to the start of a long weekend,
but then,
Friday
leaves in a rush
to fall into the arms
of Saturday night's excitement.
Oh, yes!
Until
a day of rest
on Sunday recharges
us and the whole thing starts again.
Wicked!

I hope Imaginary Garden with real toads with their open link Monday, will forgive me for doing a time warp this Tuesday, with an attempt at a Crown Cinquain which they mentioned on Sunday! How many of us say we never know what day it is anyway? LOL
And now I've popped this on a shelf of the Poetry Pantry  at Poets United.

Pot Luck Tanka

A duck, out of luck,
has been strung up by his neck.
Tastes good with noodles.

Go easy on the Soy sauce-
you wouldn't want to drown him!


Once again, Tess has produced a Magpie which has brought my idiocy to the fore - sorry, folks! Remember, laughter is the best medicine. I rest my case. But now the poetry police in the shape of Doctor FTSE has pointed out that ducks are SHE's, and by golly, he's right! Who ever saw a menu with roast DRAKE? He's also improved on the whole thing, like so:-

A duck out of luck

hung by her neck tastes good with

oodles of noodles.

Go easy on the Soy sauce-
you wouldn't want to drown her!

which creates 17 syllables in deference to the start of a Tanka - 5/7/5 -  leaving the last 7/7  to incorporate the gender change! Thanks, Doc. :)