Tanka Triplicate

1.
As moments run down
Falling like foaming water
I become crystal,
Reflecting reasons to be
Light refracted endlessly.

2.
Creativity
Project, shall I once again?
The heart is willing,
The mind less, always objects;
Ability whispers, “Try.”

3.
Lay the burden down,
Fear consuming too much soul,
With Faith become whole,
Trust days will continue by
Storms calm; hope, peace, love abide.

To you readers, would you like to have me post every day in 2022? Would you read it? Would you interact, at least some?

PROMPT

With this year ending soon, write some haiku or tanka on endings and beginnings.

Haiku have three lines of 5-7-5 syllables. Tanka have five lines of 5-7-5-7-7 syllables.

Mosaic

Picking up pieces
Where expectations derailed,
Only hope remains;
Creativity is not
Shattered but might go unclaimed.
Bring ideas forward
Watch growth always more, galore,
Light passion afire
Find missions with joy in store
Enrich lives, opening doors.
Willing hearts ready
To unlock minds diving deep
Words soon learned to speak
Musing over stories, sweet
Setting success to repeat.

Conveyance

Clamoring ashore
After rafting away on
The mud-riddled stream
Of a river hard lapping
At the seams, uncounted dreams.

Capturing belief,
An obstinant vocation –
Using wicked sieves
Made tender observations,
Leaves bound for future intrigues.

Language comes stumbling
Like a tired fugitive to light,
Pressing for freedom
A world gaining great delight;
Waters flood out with insight.

Hands reaching bloodied
Soft bathed by insistent tears,
Trundling through deep years
Where solace moments, slip past,
Drenched, shivering, home at last.

Past-Time

I heard
Someone
Say
You said our
Together was
Over,
Love had
Flown –
Tears filled
Up my eyes
Because
I was
The last
Come knowing.
A shadow
Over
The day
Just
Started
Growing
My heart
Paled, collapsed
You in
Your life
Kept going,
Lonely
Mine was
Destroying.
Still, sweet
Music plays
My heart
And soul
Forever
Taste
The words
To sing,
I writing
Will catch
Inklings –
Making
Fresh
Love
Melody
All things.

Prompt

This was written in fifteen lines, each five a tanka. I decided to bring it here, do some edits, and elongate it by making the lines short.

Your challenge, should you accept it is to take something you have written – do a sea-change with the form. This could be current work, a piece you laid aside, or even a found work from your own material. Try to hold the meaning or make it new. You are the creative engine. Blessings.