Posted in March 2019, Tanka


Blank paper, pencils, eraser, light bulb

Has it been so long

That we have forgotten

The New Year challenge?

80 days have quietly passed,

What’s your new year story say?

Tanka Word Of The Day



1. a parchment or the like from which writing has been partially or completely erased to make room for another text.


All history was a palimpsest, scraped clean and reinscribed exactly as often as was necessary.
— George Orwell, Nineteen Eighty-Four,

Posted in Cinquain, December 2017

Juliette’s House

White Cat figurine


But for blue dot

Blind cat silently sits

His wish for a loving, good home



While in a local bank I stopped to check out the tags on the Giving Tree they had set up. The Tree was to provide Christmas Gifts to our local Juliette’s House, which is a place dedicated to helping abused children.

One Tag said “Colored Pencils”. Since I am into drawing and coloring I chose that one to fulfill.

Looking further my eye caught sight of a tag that said “Dog and Cat Figurines”. I chose that tag for my daughter to fulfill as she was a Dog/Cat lover, being an owner of 4 dogs and 2 cats.

The Small Cat Figurine she donated to Juliette’s House was all white except it had a very small blue dot on its fur. We thought it was unique and that perhaps the child that received it would use his/her imagination to create a story as to how the blue dot came to be, as I did in this Tanka poem.

Any of you poets want to add to this Cat’s story? If so, share your imaginative poem or thought in the comment section.

Posted in Rhyme, September 2013

Aha! The Intruder

Cat in the MeadowI hear chirping in the meadow,
I run quickly to see!
Have the little songbirds returned?
Oh really, can it be?
Am I once again to be blessed,
by the sweet, cheerful sounds,
of the little creatures singing,
among the reeds that grace the grounds?

Ah, yes, I see a flutter, a movement on a reed!
But, now the chirping sounds alarming,
And causes me to wonder indeed!
The song is not one so charming,
but one full of alarm and fright.
A clear sound of warning,
a chirp commanding quick flight!

Then, out of the corner of my eye,
I see a movement in the grass.
What is out there in the meadow?
Something that seems to trespass…

Aha! Tis the neighbor’s cat,
Seeking to find the sound that she too heard.
She left her perch whereupon she sat,
to discover the chirping bird!

Now, this story has a happy ending,
of which I am glad indeed!
For the little bird took flight,
before the cat reached it’s reed!

Leona J. Atkinson  09-05-13