#TANKATUESDAY Weekly #POETRYCHALLENGE #277 #SpecificForm @ColleenChesebro #TankaProse

Hi everyone! πŸ™‚

Today, I’ve joined Colleen’s weekly TankaTuesday challenge, which asks for us to create a specific form syllabic poem. The form asked for is Tanka Prose, and I have chosen to write a Verse Envelope (tanka/prose/tanka).

You can find Colleen’s post HERE.





sudden muscle spasm

pills scattered all over floor

with the lid unscrewed

why not when the cap is closed?

warped law of the universe?



I swear, it’s like I’m scattering confetti … only hard, awful-tasting, big brown pills instead. And they go everywhere. Over-where. Under-where. In all those nooks and crannies impossible to ever reach. And, usually, at the end of the day when I’m ensconced in my wheelchair rather than on my feet, which just makes the whole mess even more difficult to clean up and sort out.


fluffy sunset clouds

produce a sentient face

eyes, nose, and a mouth

I tell you, that smile is not

beneficent but impish


Tanka is typically written in the 5-7-5-7-7 or s/l/s/l/l five-line syllabic structure. Tanka prose always contains a title. One basic requirement: one paragraph, and one tanka. There are two basic forms in classic tanka prose: Preface (explanation), and the Poem Tale (episodic narration).Β No rhyming.Β 


I hope you enjoyed today’s poetry. Have a lovely day! πŸ™‚


Β© Harmony Kent 2022


49 Comments on “#TANKATUESDAY Weekly #POETRYCHALLENGE #277 #SpecificForm @ColleenChesebro #TankaProse

  1. How frustrating Harmony. But on the bright side, you’ve done a great job with this form of poetry. Hugs xx

        • Lols! πŸ˜‚ This week, WP keeps putting you in jail πŸ€ͺ So glad you finally got through unscathed! πŸ’–

  2. Isn’t that the way? I like how you put it, showing the irritation, frustration, yet also keeping a sense of humor.

    • Thanks, Elizabeth! I’m sure some are still hiding, πŸ˜‚. Hugs πŸ’•πŸ™‚

  3. So well done, Harmony. I could just see those pills going everywhere. I’m glad the clouds are impish rather than stern. I can almost hear your sigh at the trickster universe.

  4. We had a ‘wonderful’ episode around 2am… our freezer door on the fridge wasn’t closed… and everything was melting… didn’t notice the downstairs water damage (though I did notice a funny smell this morning) …until after a walk when a shelf fell… We may not need a new frig (according to the guy at our local applance store) but we probably will need some drywall/ ceiling repair. Oy!

    Stay safe and calm. (((Hugs)))

  5. So realistic Harmony, when things fall, they do spill to unreachable places! I couldn’t retrieve my diamond pendent for 5 years, as it rolled under my bed, which is too heavy to move. I got it back only after we moved from that house!! But i didn’t think of writing a poem about it. Yours is well-done.

    • Oh, my. That’s a long time! So glad you retrieved it eventually. Thanks, Balroop. Hugs πŸ’•πŸ™‚

  6. HI Harmony, things like this always happen when it is the least convenient. I enjoyed your poems very much.

    • They sure do! So pleased you enjoyed the poetry. Thanks, Robbie πŸ’•πŸ™‚

  7. When that happens I have to beat the dogs to them. Anything that hits the floor must be a treat, you know.

    • Lols! πŸ˜‚ Oh, Craig, that adds a whole other element! You just made me splurt my coffee everywhere! Hugs πŸ’•πŸ™‚

  8. Oh, those escaping pills! I swear some things just jump to the floor on their own (and always when I’m in the worst position to pick them up).

    • I swear they lie in wait for just those times! πŸ˜‚ Thanks, Joan. Hugs πŸ’•πŸ™‚

    • Yep … it’s a law of the universe for sure! Lols πŸ˜‚ Thanks, John. Hugs πŸ’•πŸ™‚

  9. I feel your frustration on the first one, Harmony. Why is it that the dang things always have to roll under counters, too?!?!

    I love the images the second invokes. I can almost see that impish face!

    • Fantastic. For sure, they find EVERY gap 🀣Thanks so much, Mae. Hugs πŸ’•πŸ™‚

  10. I feel your frustration. Why do they have to give out horse pills and expect a person to swallow them down without choking?
    Sorry about the spill, it’s like a bad version of Pick-Up-Sticks!

    • Pick up sticks, lols! 🀣 Thanks, Jacquie. Hugs πŸ’•πŸ™‚

    • Pleased I got it across so well. Thanks, Willow. Hugs πŸ’•πŸ™‚

    • Excellent! Doing my happy dance πŸ’ƒ. Thanks, Priscilla. Hugs πŸ’•πŸ™‚

  11. Well done, Harmony! Both of the Tankas are powerful and memorable. You’ve captured the frustration and made it smile. 😊

  12. Ugh. So sorry about the pills, Harmony. Your luck seems as good (or bad) as mine.

    I love the pareidolia poem. Especially as it relates to your first poem, as though the smile is in reaction to your misfortune. Brilliant!

    • We sure do seem to share our luck, lols πŸ˜‚. I’m thrilled I’ve managed to show the connection! Thanks so much, Staci. Hugs πŸ’•πŸ™‚

  13. Beautiful, but i hope it is not taken from a real happening. To have to take pills is no fun. But much more horrible is to get them out of the cases, and remember in the evening if you have taken them. Best wishes, Michael

    • Thanks, Michael. Sadly, from an all-too frequent happening! But it also gives me something to laugh about! Hugs πŸ’•πŸ™‚