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Posts tagged ‘Susan’s Place’

Lost Love Senryu

The following poem was written in response to Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 174 #PhotoPrompt. Jude, from Tales Told Different, selected the photo for this month’s challenge.

Colleen #174

Image Credit: Unknown

Feeling bewildered 

Grieving, heartbroken, lonely

Promises broken


© Susan Zutautas 2020



Best Friends


The following poem was written in response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie photo challenge #311.

boy with dog

Photo by La Miko on


At the seashore, on a chilly day,

I stare off into the bay

Looking around I see a beautiful sight,

a boy with his dog snuggled up, tight

I wonder to myself what they’re looking for,

or are they here enjoying the shore

Off in the distance, I see a fishing boat

the boy tousles his dog’s fur coat,

as soon as they too see the boat

The boat approaches getting close to the shore,

the boy and the dog get ready to board










We Shall Win – Haiku

The following haiku-style poem was written in response to Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #300 Grit&Quit


Image by Miguel Á. Padriñán from Pixabay 


Don’t give up don’t quit

Combativeness to the end

Show tenacity


© Susan Zutautas 2002

The Unknown – Deep

The following acrostic poem was written in response to Linda’s prompt for #SoCS




Deathly afraid

Everlasting fear

Eventually will pass

Positive thinking will    help

Droplets – Tanka

The following tanka was inspired by Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS.

Write hat you see.

Not wanting to fall

Holding on with all their might


Annihilation happens

All striving, persevering

© Susan Zutautas 2020



Imaginary Friend

This week over at V.J’s the weekly challenge is IMAGINARY.


When I was a little girl I would go on many long car rides with my parents. One year we were driving to Old Orchard Beach, Maine for our vacation and that’s when I came up with an imaginary friend that I called, my little piece of wind who’d enter the car when I opened the window. 

You’re always willing to listen

to everything I say

It doesn’t really matter

the time of day

You come with me wherever I go

even to places, I do not know

You are my little piece of wind

When I think of you, it makes me grin





Nightfall – #Gogyōka

The following poem was written in response to Colleen’s 2020 Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge.

This week’s prompt, The Night Sky. 

This week I decided to try something new to me, a Gogyōka poem.


Image by Pexels from Pixabay 


Darkened at the end of the day

Luminous stars light the sky

The moon above shines brightly

North Star will guide your way

Look up to see pure magnificence


© Susan Zutautas 2020







Cherry Tree Blossoms – Haiku

The following haiku was written in response to #Haikai Challenge #131.


Japanese Cherry Trees Flowers

Image by  Diese lizenzfreien Fotos darfst du zwar verwenden from Pixabay


Blossoming beauty

A sure sign that spring arrived

Pleasing aroma

© Susan Zutautas 2020



Vino – #Haiku

The following #haiku was written in response to Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge. 


Unfilled consumed frill

Pendulous exhibition


© Susan Zutautas 2020


Guilty or Innocent

The following was written for a challenge called #SixSentenceStory over at Denise’s.

The prompt word for this week is “Question”.


Image by elizabethaferry from Pixabay


Jane got a call from her son’s school principal wanting her to come to his office ASAP regarding something of importance that involved her son Pete.

Oh God, what has he done now was all that was going through Jane’s head as she quickly brushed her hair and put on a bit of lipstick before heading over there.

“Come right in Mrs. Patterson and please have a seat,” instructed the principal.

Before Jane could say a word, he started by saying, “Every once in a while as I’m sure you’re aware, we do random locker checks, and today we checked Pete’s locker and let me tell you I was not happy about what was found. I could have called the police but I’m not so sure that what was found belongs to him and that is why I’ve called you in.”

Reaching down and unlocking one of his desk drawers Mr. Taylor pulled out what appeared to be pot and said, “This is what is in question, but hasn’t been tested yet.”


To be continued…