
the landscape
pauses, quiescent–
waiting on
the edge of
movement—no time passes here–
framed in memories
Colleen’s #TankaTuesday prompt this week was an interesting one–
- First, choose your favorite syllabic poetry form. Write your poem.
- Next, give your poem some different characteristics to make it something different. You can change the syllable count, rhyme scheme (add or get rid of it), anything you want to create a new form. Write this poem.
- Give your new syllabic poetry form a name.
I chose shadorma. How to change it? I had noticed before that all the lines had odd numbers of syllables, so I added one syllable to each line, to make them all even.

landscape pauses,
quiescent, waiting on
movement’s edge—no
time passes here–
a stilled photograph of silence–
time framed in memories
Thinking of a name was difficult. Shadorma seems to be totally made up, although several people noted the similarity to the word shadow. So I decided to pick a name with a beginning from light. I ended up with Liala, because I like the sound of it and the repetition of the a ending. It’s evidently a girls’ name but I could find no meaning for it.
There is a subtle difference between the odd and even syllabled poems, but I’m not sure which one I like best.
The photos are cropped versions of panoramas composed by my older daughter from photos she took in the mountains of Arizona where my father requested that we spread his ashes. My mother did not make any request except to be cremated, but we managed to find the very same place to spread her ashes years later after her death.
what fun and what graceful execution 🙂
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Thanks David. I’m still trying to figure out how exactly it changes the thought when you change the syllabic rhythm. It’s subtle, but it’s there. Something to ponder.
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A fascinating exercise and I like both versions. I’ll have to try it some time! I love the photos and the story behind them.
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Thanks Ingrid. It was an excellent prompt.
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Beautiful story and photos! I love how you executed the form.
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Thanks!
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Most welcome!
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subtle changes that mirror time’s. were your folks from Arizona?
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Thanks Jade. No they were from Ohio. We also lived in Maryland for about 10 years. They retired to Arizona after the Ohio winters got to be too much. My father became quite attached to the landscape.
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You’re welcome, K. I understand your dad’s attachment. I took a vaca there about 20 years ago; once experienced never forgotten.
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I like both poems, but there’s a slightly different feel to them that I can’t quite explain.
The poem(s) by themselves are lovely and thoughtful, but the photos and explanation give them a deeper, personal meaning.
My sister has both of my parents’ ashes. Sometimes she puts them near each other so they can visit. 😏
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Thanks Merril.
It was a wonderful ceremony both times. All the children and grandchildren–we are so rarely all in one place.
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That is a good thing about such ceremonies.
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The subtle difference between the syllables is certainly there! I love the name, the photos, and your lovely creative edge! ❤
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Thanks Colleen. A good challenge.
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Now, if I could think of something cool every week. 😂🙏🏻📝
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You keep things interesting.
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LOL! Thanks, Kerfe. That makes me feel better. ❤
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Touching. I like the name Liala. Would be beautiful for a person too.
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Thanks Manja. I like the sound of it as a name too.
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This is an interesting exercise. I like the revision.
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Thanks Ken. I agree, it got me thinking in a different way.
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Here’s a Basque name for you. Not Catalan, but close (geographically anyway) Alaia. It means Joy. A friend’s son gave it to his daughter. They’re Basque origin. It’s pretty.
Your poem is majestic. Quiescent is a great word. I think I prefer the second form (yours) as it adds the notion of a photograph to explain the ‘frame’.
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Thanks Jane. I’m still waffling about which I like better, but I agree the word photograph adds more dimension.
And that’s a lovely name. The sounds of those letter together is full of light.
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It suits her well too, blonde and elfin.
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You’re a creative powerhouse!
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Thanks Phil. All I need is a good prompt…
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I’m not sure what the deal is with odds being the favored count for verses or even some syllable counting verses.
A lovely subtle change. And a nice name too. 😀
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Thanks Jules.
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I love the idea of making it even! 🙂
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A subtle change, but it often feels like poetry prefers odd numbers of syllables, and it’s good to take a different approach.
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I like both verison and the subtle difference between them. Beautiful photo of Arizona to work from as well as meaning behind it.
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Thanks. It was a fun prompt.
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