#TANKATUESDAY Weekly #POETRYCHALLENGE #286 #ThemePrompt @ColleenChesebro

Hi everyone! 🙂

Today, I’ve joined Colleen’s weekly TankaTuesday challenge, which asks for us to create a syllabic poem based on the theme of ‘The Longest Day’.

You can find Colleen’s post HERE.

Today, I’ve chosen a Cascade poem. Cascade poetry takes each line in turn from the first stanza and ends each subsequent stanza with that line. 

Though not limited to a syllabic count, I’ve used a 5-6 metre throughout. Where the repeated final line of a verse is 5 syllables, I’ve switched the syllables of the final two lines to fit, so we have 6-5 instead of 5-6 on each alternate verse. I also took the liberty of blanketing the whole thing by finishing with the opening line.




Predawn stillness waits

For the first breath of breeze

Which raises ripples

And destroys the glass lake

Of calm reflection

With motion comes a fog

Of false peace, detached

While the pain hits in waves


Mini contractions

So small you scarce notice

No earthquake here

Nor seismic shift to show

Where you came to rest

Hollow in place of mound

Along with death’s spectre

Predawn stillness waits


Fog lifts, lets in sound

Sunrise brings commotion

Solitude broken

Time to paste on your smile

Play games for a time

Fool those who just don’t care

And broken heart waits

For the first breath of breeze


Squeeze air into lungs

Waste breath on empty words

Appease company

That should make no demands

But does anyway

Sacrilege to change plans

Or say a single thing

Which raises ripples


Relationship gone

And now the baby too

Perhaps for the best

Mother Nature stepped in

Left you free to choose

The view from the hilltop

Shatters illusion

And destroys the glass lake


That’s kept you entrapped

Numbness begins to thaw

Allows hope’s glimmer

To follow waves to shore

Squashed self-esteem blinks

Opens its eyes, looks around

Dives deep beneath waters

Of calm reflection


Searches through the mud

Resurfaces with gold

Strong, independent

No need for hats or masks

Happy with the view

Continues up the hill

Armed against the fact

With motion comes a fog


Eyes held wide open

Ears and heart and mind too

Strides straight through midday

Unafraid and unchecked

In the prime of life

Not so easy to fool

Nor fall into the trap

Of false peace, detached


Slow, soft twilight falls

Hoot of owl heralds night

Valley lies quiet

And clouds embrace the hills

Liberated soul

This old dewdrop absorbed

Safe in the calm depths

While the pain hits in waves


Predawn stillness waits


As well as the literal meaning of ‘dawn to dusk’, I also wanted to portray living a whole life, from the predawn of youth to the twilight of old age. In this vein, ‘midday’ represents ‘midlife’. I hope you enjoyed today’s poetry. Have a lovely day! 🙂


© Harmony Kent 2022


42 Comments on “#TANKATUESDAY Weekly #POETRYCHALLENGE #286 #ThemePrompt @ColleenChesebro

  1. Yes, the full cycle of life. We rise and fall, to rise again.
    Gain wisdom the jewels in our crowns. 🙂

    • Thanks, Margaret. I’m so pleased I managed to convey all that 💕🙂

  2. Harmony, I’ve missed your Twitter company and expertise! Also, I’ve missed your poetry. This is such a poignant piece of work. What I especially like is that you created a syllabic rhythm count to fit this poem. I like how you encapsulated a lifetime into the theme. Welcome back and I hope your spirit and soul have rested and you’re on the mend. ❤️

    • Oh, Colleen, thanks so much for your kind and wonderful words! Hugs 💕🙂

  3. A fantastic way of depicting the cycle of time. You did a great job with the prompt. Such lovely lines!

  4. So beautiful and it was like the words were whispered to me from the computer screen. Well told, Harmony! Xo

  5. As I read, I walked with you through the day and through life. This is an extraordinary poem, Harmony. You’ve captured the movement of time and the rise and fall of life itself. Beautiful, my friend. ❤️