While tanka has evolved into different forms in the English language, for instance syllables of 2-6-2-6-6, for this challenge, I want you all to use the 5-7-5-7-7 form. In this poem you must use these three words: edge, restless, soul.

One tanka using the words, and some more just for fun.


Near the edge of night
the troubled soul awakens
the hours endless

Restless thoughts and memories
Haunt until the wee dawn light.




MOMENTARY BEAUTY

Hydrangea blossoms
arranged in cut crystal vase
subtle purple hues.

Beauty fading rapidly
delicate petals wither



SPARKLERS

Lighter held steady
tiny hands holding sparklers
waiting to be lit.

Gaily children run about
anxious adults watch and warn.

This month we were to write a poem in which we the following line: BUT the line could not be the first or last line of the poem:

The moonbeams danced across the field 

Fairy Wings

Tiny wings once fluttered over patches of blue color
like transparent rainbows greeting the sunrise.
With precious jewels of water
the fairy folk embraced the dawn
and kissed the shadows away.

In the cool of evening
The moonbeams danced across the field
Lighting the way to the fairy rings
and laughter spilled forth like music
carried gently on the back of the wind.

But winter has blanketed the earth
with its cold and lonely silence.
The wee folks no longer play
in the midsummer's eve.
Remnants of their dance remain
only in the hearts and dreams of childhood.

For the June Challenge, members were to write a poem or short story (in 250 words or less) using all of these words:
bliss,
darkness,
dewdrop,
effervescence,
sorrow,
windowpane

Fated Bliss

The effervescence of bliss fades
in the long still of the night
Rain falls like sorrow upon the window pain
as I listen in the quiet darkness
Dewdrop tears moisten my cheeks
as I remember your touch, your warmth
that has too quickly grown cold

Greeting the Dusk

In the late afternoon
shadows quietly descend.
Latent petals begin to unfurl.

Fairies dart about
above the rosettes
waiting for them to awaken.

As evening is ushered in
pure yellow blossoms of
the Primroses greet the dusk