#TankaTuesday #Poetry #Challenge No. 49 #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #poem #tanka #nature

It’s been a while since I’ve participated in a Tanka Tuesday Challenge. This week, Yvette Calleiro challenges us to write a syllabic poem that focuses on mental wellness. I wrote a tanka thinking about why I needed to take my healing river walk last weekend. Yes, it helped!

It doesn’t matter where the walk is. It can be by the river, the ocean, the woods, the desert, your neighborhood, a rose garden, or a park. Just as long as you find some peace, nature, and a place to heal.

soul-numbing images
leaving behind scars and pain
poison-infused words
overwhelm my well-being
I head to the woods—to heal

#CreativePerspectiveChallenge Twelve Results! #writingcommunity #flashfiction #poetry

Welcome to the final post of the year for the Creative Perspective Challenge Twelve! Here are the results for this image.

This poem from Sue Wickstead will definitely get you in the holiday mood!

Santa’s calling

Come,
Come little elves
Help me pack the presents
Upon the shelves

Magic,
See the magical glow,
As white flakes are falling
Let it snow.

Stars,
Twinkling like fairy lights,
To show the way,
On our special flight.

Santa
Is calling, his sleigh is full,
The reindeer have come
And begin to pull.

Up,
Up and far away
On through the starry night
Goes Santa in his special sleigh.

Stockings,
Filled with gifts galore,
Children laughing
Opening them on the floor

Ho, Ho, Ho!
What a special sound
Off on his mission
To bring happiness all around.

Merry Christmas.


This beautiful poem is from Priscilla Bettis

BEFORE THE GIFTS

Among the trees,

knee-deep in snow,

a man stood, alone.

 

In the sky above

millions of candles

in the night’s hope, burned,

 

And snuggled in bed,

little sugar-plum children

in warm homes, dreamed,

 

And the only tears

were of joy in a manger’s

long-ago promise, unending.

 

The man prayed the gifts

in his bottomless bag reflected

the greatest Gift of all, Love,

 

Then he buttoned

his red coat against the cold

and whistled for his sleigh.


Here’s my take:

Christmas Morning

He threw up his arms in gratitude. The night had gone perfectly. Every house visited, every wish fulfilled. It was the best way to end his term, not like the one before him, who refused to leave. Nicholas smiled broadly; he couldn’t wait. Once he passed on the magic, he’d be free to go back to the stars. There in the quiet of space, she’d be waiting for him.

elves & toys left behind

everything familiar, gone

new journeys begin


 

NOTE: I have loved sharing this with you this year. Not sure if I will continue it in the new year, but this challenge has nudged some dormant creativity. I’ve been blown away by the talent that participated! I will be on break the rest of the year. May everyone have a blessed and peaceful holiday.  Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year!—Denise xo

#CreativePerspectiveChallenge Twelve #writingcommunity #flashfiction #Poetry

Here is the final Creative Perspective Challenge. I’ve enjoyed sharing this with you this year. I’m not sure if I’ll be doing it in 2026. I’m going to take some time off and decide. I’m grateful for all those who followed along and especially to those who participated.

All you have to do is write a poem or flash fiction story and post it on your website. Leave your link in the comments for the post, and I’ll post it with mine next week. If you don’t have a website and want to join in, send it to me, and I’ll post it with the results. More information here. Please read the note at the end.

Here’s the image:

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I look forward to seeing the different perspectives! The results will be posted on December 16th. Then, I’ll be going on my break. Happy creating.

NOTE:

  • Watch for two not-to-miss posts this week. The first one is on December 10th with some exciting news from Yvette Calleiro. The second post on December 11th,  Staci Trolio Cookie Exchange. See what cookies I made and the others on the tour 🙂
  • We had some very sad news in our writing community this last weekend with the sudden loss of Joan Hall. She was a good friend to many, including myself, and just released an amazing book, “The Edge of Twilight.” We can keep her close to us with her words and send prayers to her family. I will think of her every time I look at a full moon.

#NewRelease “Whispers of a Southern Moon” by #PriscillaBettis #shortstories #poetry #faith #writingcommunity #mustread

I’m excited to have Priscilla Bettis here today to share her latest release, “Whispers of a Southern Moon.”

BLURB

An artistic, new collection of inspirational fiction and poetry by Priscilla Bettis.

Includes the award-winning story “Fix Your Face,” a “wonderful Southern Gothic piece akin to the work of Flannery O’Conner!”—Brooke Dreger, Editor, Solid Food Press

A simple man in rural Alabama risks his sanity to keep his sister alive. Lines of poetry celebrate the symphony of a Southern night. A sentient house deep in Virginia’s Great Dismal Swamp lures those it seeks to protect.

In Whispers of a Southern Moon, Priscilla Bettis intertwines short stories and poetry to create an inspirational collection of literary fiction and verse. Bettis explores questions about faith, love, and our perceptions of reality, and she does so with an elegant but fierce grip on the reader. This collection spans everything from Southern Gothic prose to Biblically inspired haiku. By the end of the collection, readers will be encouraged that even in the most twisted circumstances, God is present, and we are loved.

Amazon Purchase Link

 

My Review

“Whispers of a Southern Moon” is a beautiful faith-based collection of short stories and poetry. The stories take the reader on a journey where the message is that one is never alone, even in the darkest circumstances. It’s a well-balanced combination of entertainment and Christian reading. The poetry is lush and full of imagery and emotion connected to the stories. Many subjects are covered, like aging, inner beauty, addiction, relationships, reality, and Alzheimer’s, which offered a truth I could relate to. It’s hard to pick a favorite, but “Whispers of a Southern Moon” was a beautiful tale of an ex-dancer who never got over the loss of her family. The house felt like a character within the story. What made this more special was the author’s sharing of her personal journey of how she found and grew in her Christian faith. I can easily recommend this collection.

 

Author Bio

Priscilla Bettis is an avid reader and a joyful writer. Priscilla lives in small-town Texas with her two-legged and four-legged family members. She is a former secular horror author who now writes Christian short stories and poetry inspired by her awe of God and love for fellow human beings.

Find Priscilla on X (at PriscillaBettis) where she chats with others about life and writing.

Amazon Author Page

Twitter

 

#CreativePerspectiveChallenge Ten #flashfiction #poetry #writingcommunity #authorchallenge

Welcome to the tenth Creative Perspective Challenge! I can’t believe only two more challenges are left this year. In honor of Halloween, I went through many haunted castles, stairs, and houses and settled on this one. Can’t wait to see what creativity comes from this.

All you have to do is write a poem or flash fiction story and post it on your website. Leave your link in the comments for the post, and I’ll post it with mine next week. If you don’t have a website and want to join in, send it to me, and I’ll post it with the results. More information here. See my updates below.

Untitled by aarigalangg from Pixabay

I’ll post the results on October 21st!

Today I’m visiting with Teri Polen for Bad Moon Rising. Love it if you would stop by and say hello. LINK

I’m also over on Story Empire today. LINK

UPDATES

  • Also, I finally got my fiber optic internet! Yay! Whole new world, but what I found is that there are many things to update to work with it. So that has been time-consuming, and I’ve filled a box with things I no longer need from my DSL and landline. That has kept me busy.
  • Please forgive my absence as I put away old phone cords and try to figure out a new security camera that hopefully the only intruders it records are bears, our resident ravens, and other forest creatures.
  • I plan to resume my regular schedule starting in November. The last two weeks of this month are booked solid. Next week, I have my youngest grandkids for their fall break, and their dog will be coming along for a couple of days. My cats will not be happy about the dog visit, but love the kids. Then, the last week of October, I’m on vacation.
  • I will still do the results next week on the 21st and have a wonderful guest posts on the 23rd and 28th!

Embrace your inner child by creating or reading. D. L. Finn (Denise)

#CreativePerspectiveChallenge Nine Results #flashfiction #poetry #fantasy #writingcommunity

All the results are here this month. I’m excited to share two amazing poems by Priscilla Bettis and Marsha Ingrao, and my flash fiction.

Charming Whimsical House in a Fantasy Forest View by Ivan Savini from Savo74 Fairytale like cabing by pond with dark forest background

Marsha’s Poem:

There once was a house in the forest
Whose walls were a little bit porous
But what did we care?
We went there to stare.
And gather the candy there for us.

By Marsha Ingrao

Priscilla’s Poem:

The mother at the mailbox

 

pauses before returning to the house

where petunias populate the flower beds,

chimney smoke smells like vanilla,

and children’s laughter flitters.

 

The eaves  curve as if smiling

at the daily prayer from her own mother

murmurs from the upstairs bedroom window,

even now, the rosary beads click-clicking.

 

It’s hard to believe this is the house

where her husband killed himself,

it’s hard to believe since then

the healing lavished upon her.

By Priscilla Bettis


My Flash Fiction:

The Cottage in the Woods

The quaint cottage was as advertised. It even glowed on a foggy mountain day.

“It has everything you asked for. The owner is leaving the satellite dish, solar panels, and propane tank at no extra cost. If you want the furnishings, they come with it; if not, they will go to charity. Mr. Wunder’s motivated to sell, and you’ll never get a deal like this again.” The chipper realtor, Rose, grinned.

I nodded, taking in the unusual landscaping. “How does one take care of the flowers on the roof?”

Rose shaded her pale blue eyes. “Sure adds to the charm. There’s a sprinkler system set up on the roof.”

As we crossed over the threshold, the overpowering smell of gardenia made me sneeze.

“Bless you. Over here is a fully updated kitchen. Don’t you love how the kitchen window overlooks that beautiful pond? The solar and batteries run the house most of the time. When it doesn’t, the generator kicks in. I love how Mr. Wunders put the panels and batteries in the field next to the house and not on the charming roof, don’t you?” Rose tucked a loose gray hair behind her ear and waited for me to respond.

“It is everything I was looking for, and the kitchen is nice. I like that it’s self-sufficient. What about the well?”

She grinned, “Couldn’t ask for a better well.” Rose pulled a report out of her large tote and handed it to me, and continued her tour. “You’re going to love the master bedroom with a huge closet, forest view, and fireplace. So many simple upgrades you can make. A fresh coat of paint, and there are hardwood floors under these carpets. The windows are double pane, and some curtains would…”

I tuned out her chatter as we explored the amazing house. The library off the master bedroom was my favorite room. I could write a bestseller there.

“What do you think? Ready to sign the papers?”

I was in love with this house, and I could pay cash for it thanks to my aunt, may she rest in peace. Plus, I’d still have had enough left over to live frugally. “What about a house inspection?”

“Everything’s been done, and the house deep-cleaned. If you are satisfied with everything being offered, the papers are ready. Mr. Wunder’s picked you out of the five interested parties to offer this deal. You are getting it way below its asking price and value, Carrie.”

Although it seemed too good to be true, and I’m not usually impulsive, this just felt right to me. I signed paper after paper and saw nothing alarming in them.

“Everything here is now yours. My brother-in-law has a moving service to get your stuff packed and delivered. Did you see that you can move right in? It’s yours rent-free until closing.”

“You are saying I can stay here tonight?”

Her smile reminded me of the Cheshire Cat. “That’s what I’m saying.” She handed me the keys that were on a yellow plastic flower bob.

“I…well, I had planned on staying at the motel tonight, but sure, why not. Any good take-outs nearby?”

“I just texted the grocery store. The essentials will arrive in two hours, and Hank’s will deliver a combo pizza at dinnertime. Wait. I didn’t even ask you if you wanted pizza. I can cancel and get you something else.”

“I love combo pizza, thank you.”

She looked relieved. “Part of my service.  Welcome to your new home. Give my brother-in-law a call today. He’ll pack and bring everything to you. All I need is the key to give to him.”

“Um…how much is that?”

“Included in the price.”

“Wow. Thank you.” I handed her my apartment key.

“My pleasure.” Rose paused at the door. “You are going to be very happy here. Oh, I almost forgot your Wi-Fi password on the fridge.”

Right before the door shut, a deep male voice said, “You are going to die.”

“Excuse me?” I said.

“I said the password is on the fridge.” Rose stepped back inside.

“Thank you, I see the password, but did you hear that male’s voice?”

“I didn’t hear a thing. Could be the wind.” She glanced at the forest and shrugged.

“It said…well, never mind.” Goosebumps filled my skin.

“You’re cold. There’s wood for you by the fireplace and two cords of oak behind the house, ready to go. Sleep well.” Rose shut the door behind her.

Maybe it was the wind, but… I quickly settled into my house. It became home the first night, but at times, I felt like I was being watched.

“Probably just a curious deer or squirrel.” I sighed and went back to reading.

As promised, someone arrived with all my possessions just two days later.

“Thank you for delivering them.”

His smile didn’t go to his eyes. “You’re welcome. My boss usually does this, but his sister in law died suddenly this morning.  Her heart. I’m sure you met her, Rose?”

I gasped, remembering the voice and dire message. I expressed my condolences, feeling sad and unnerved that the perky older woman had passed. By the afternoon, I had convinced myself it was a coincidence. Just the wind, like she said. I got to putting my stuff away.

A week later, I sat contentedly sipping my peppermint tea by the warm fire when a small man with pointed ears, dressed in jeans and a red plaid shirt, slid next to me. The smell of gardenia was overpowering, and I dropped my teacup, which shattered on the newly polished wood floor.

“Thought it was time to introduce myself. I’m Terrance. I come with the house.”

“You…I need to go.”

He raised his hand, and I found I couldn’t move. “Why? I’m only here to help and protect you. Mr. Wunder picked you, and you are perfect.”

Oddly, I felt suddenly calm. Had I been drugged? “What are you? And your voice, that’s what I heard that day about dying.”

“Just always been here in this house. Yes, I knew Rose was about to die. A shame, but only you can hear me. I have a knowing and can do things humans can’t.”

I could move again, but instead of fleeing, I sank more into the leather couch.”Are there more of you?”

“Only one left in these parts. Now I’ll clean that up, and you’ll be calm. You’ll get used to me soon enough. You are young enough for kids. I’d like that.”

He hummed as he cleaned, and I did feel very relaxed. I had moved into a fairy tale; hopefully, this was a happily ever after.

#CreativePerspectiveChallenge Nine #flashfiction #poetry #fantasy #writingcommunity

Welcome to the ninth Creative Perspective Challenge. Time’s running out; there are only three left after this one. Join in before it ends. All you have to do is write a flash fiction story or a poem based on this image, and post it on your blog. Then leave me the link below in the comments.

Here’s the image:

Charming Whimsical House in a Fantasy Forest View by Ivan Savini from Savo74 Fairytale like cabing by pond with dark forest background
Charming Whimsical House in a Fantasy Forest View by Ivan Savini from Savo74

I look forward to seeing the results, which will be posted next week.

#CreativePerspectiveChallenge Eight Results #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #flashfiction

It’s results time for Creative Perspective Challenge Eight. Here’s who participated, and if you haven’t read them, don’t miss out:

Yvette Callerio: LINK

Jan Sikes: LINK

Here’s my entry:

wooden stairs and blue pond

FOUND

Henry spent twenty years searching for this spot. Today, he’ll ascend the wooden stairs where the legend led him. The others judged him mad, but now those same people would clamor to be at his side. He wiped his sweaty palms on his cargo shorts and let out a deep breath of salty air. With shoulders set, he took that first step. Here, he would not only make history but create it as wizards before him had.

in the old tree’s heart
the golden globe pulsated
with ancient magic

Next week I’ll be sharing my new book cover, blurb, and preorder link!

#CreativePerspectiveChallenge Seven Results! #writingcommunity #poetry #flashfiction

Here is the amazing result link, followed by Sue Wickstead’s poem, and my response.

Yvette Calleiro: https://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com/2025/07/futuristic-dreams-tankatuesday.html

A Poem by Sue Wickstead

‘I woke up one day and I was on the moon.’
All around me there was grey dust and hollow craters.
There was an eerie silence, and I felt myself shiver. How did I get here?
My movements felt slow and heavy.
The sunlight in the distance shone on the silver-grey surface casting long shadows across the land.
Looking out into the distant blackness of space I could see a million twinkling stars.
And there in front of me was the blue green planet earth.
My planet!
My world!
Shining and slowly spinning.
I could see the richness of the sea and the land and the white clouds swirling. It certainly was a peaceful calm vision.
A beautiful sight, a silent world slowly turning in the darkness of space.
How calm it looked.
You could not hear the bustle of busy people dashing about.
You could not see the fighting nor the damage we were doing.
But, most of all you could not sense the fear of the pandemic as it spread from person to person.
Here you could look down and see only the beauty, not the ugliness and not the fear of ‘covid’.
Here I could stand in my bubble on a distant moon safe from everything.
But I don’t want to be alone.
I want to be in my world on my earth no matter how ugly it can be.

Sue Wickstead (2021)

LAST CHANCE

D. L. Finn

This was their last chance. Success was imperative for their survival. They were supposed to go to the farthest planet in their solar system as they slept. Their mission was to locate precious minerals needed for their planet’s survival. The youthful military crew of six, Jacob, Adam, Michael, Leah, Ruth, and Evelyn, were to be awakened when they arrived, but when they woke up, it wasn’t their solar system. The self-propelled engine was down to five percent and had lost the ability to replenish from its source, their sun. The training and repair manuals didn’t cover this scenario.

Jacob edged into the icy waters to test them. At least this water didn’t sizzle against his suit like the acidic water had on the last planet they thought was to be their new home. That planet may have had water and oxygen in its atmosphere, but it was also corrosive and would have eventually destroyed the ship and them.  As Jacob stooped to collect his sample, Leah was running tests on this planet’s atmosphere. He hoped she would have a positive report since there was no hope of a rescue mission. He capped the water and headed back to the ship.

So far, they hadn’t seen any sign of life, but the ship’s radar picked up other life forms right before they plunged onto the sandy surface. What lived beyond those mountains or deep in the water? Would his group be prey or predators?

Exploring planets

had been a great adventure

learn what was beyond

their wars, greed, and corruption

here on Earth, they’d try again.

There will be no new blogs until August 5 as I continue on my July break. My internet will be spotty for the next month, and I’m waiting for a repair person for a dead landline and in and out of DSL. I’m told our new underground optic cable (to bring rural areas safe communication) will be installed in a few weeks! Can’t wait!  Countdown 🙂 D. L. Finn (Denise)

From Finn’s Forest 23 #writingcommunity #poetry #forest #writing

This year, we’ve seen an unusual number of pinecones dropping. I cleaned them up once already. From what I’ve read, they are more likely to drop in the fall, but some do in spring. We did have a very mild winter with rain that came in large amounts, with dry periods in between. Perhaps the pines are confused, or it’s what they call the mast year, where they overproduce. Either way, there are a lot of pinecones, and I hope it doesn’t mean insects are to blame for it. But it always gets me to think about not only the health of our forest, but how being in it can bring us health too.

So, yes, I’ll be out there raking once again and clearing the area for my fairies’ town to return. I may want to wear a hat, though, so I don’t get hit by one. Wondering about nature and my surroundings not only inspires stories but also poetry. Something I haven’t done in a while is to share some poems or even write them as I wonder…

Memorizing woods

Winds carry ancient wisdom

Planting future seeds


Clear minds, silent woods

In our peaceful surrender

Miracles abound

NOTE: There will be no posts here for the next two weeks as I will be on vacation. Will be back May 13th for my book reviews.

Also on my website there is a button for D. L. Finn’s Gratitude Store. I’d love if you dropped by and shared it. Maybe visit the store and tell me what you think.

Embrace your inner child by reading a good book! D. L. Finn (Denise)