Oracle – Tanka Tuesday

Crystal clear

Colleen has crafted a challenge to write an acrostic poem with a syllable count of 8, 9, or 10 syllables per line or a mixture of these syllable counts, and our choice of words are: MAGICAL, CHARM, SPECTRE, FANTASY, CONJURE, UNICORN, IMAGINATION, ORACLE, or MALEVOLENCE.

I am drawn to the word ORACLE

Now I don’t have a choice

I have used a combination of 8, 9 and 10 syllables, in that order

Here goes…..

Opening and unravelling

Revealing the moments yet to come

Always the stark truth and never to please

Clear as a pure crystal it speaks

Lo behold – hear for what I am shown

Eyes of divine is there for me to see

Five word challenge

simple | level | crumb | fortune| solvent

William was way below the conservative solvent levels. The colony was near starvation. The queen needed to be saved. Any little crumb of food was a fortune for the colony. He was on a simple mission today. Get food or perish.
He emerged from the burrows in the hill they had created. He narrowed his eyes to improve his limited vision.
he was their only hope.
The beak clipped on his torso.
His mission was history.
He could find food.
He was the food.
For the valiant ant of William’s stature, it was the shortest and most unremarkable story

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It ain’t big, but its everything

Little hands
Holds the world
it ain’t big
But then it’s everything

It brings smile
On his lips
And it smiles
Right back on him

There lies
In those eyes
All the joy
The world can bring

It’s immense
Beyond words
Unmeasurable
That feeling

And I hold
The infinite in my hand
it ain’t big
But then it’s everything

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Amma

Emerged into the world
A life
Delivered through pain

Suffering the excruciating
Screaming
To offset the pain

Months of rearing
Feeding off herself
Her every bit of grain

Fretting and worrying
Unnoticed at time
Many times, in vain

Letting go her needs
For everyone else
Without a strain

Ever willing to give
To sacrifice
She has nothing to gain

Every wish she fulfils
Irrespective
Justified or mundane

She waits patiently
For them to walk back
Through the forlorn lane

She spent her life
To nurture this life
She delivered through pain

There lies the moment

In the rush
of things
The moment stops
Somewhere between
Earlier and later

And that’s where
There is no speed
No expectations
No comparison
Nothing lesser or greater

But there lies still
the intent of motion
And the sense of purpose
The seed of every future
a pure slice of the creator

There lies the beauty of stillness
The symphony of motion
Existent, but yet lost
Somewhere between
Earlier and later

A live performance

Bee in my garden

She swooped
With practiced ease
perfect balance
perfect poise

millions of eyes
focussed on one
with precision
and least noise

Wings invisible
too quick for the eyes
keeping it static
before the final dive

Dipped in nectar
nearest to bliss
yet sure of her purpose
to fill up the hive

A work of art
done as a routine
and a performance
I saw it live