in a fog

in a fog

while people mourn the sick and dead
trump proclaims ‘we’re rounding the turn’
there’s no end to the lies he churns
he fills his sycophants with dread
‘it’s all a hoax, trust me instead…
masks? wear them or not…you choose
stop testing, silence the fake news!’

we’ll all soon have a choice to make
we have a voice in what’s at stake
this time we can’t afford to lose

clouds drench the hollow
blooms of opaque gray matter
obscure perception

~kat


For Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge – Prompt Words: Bloom and Wet (Drench) and Décima Challenge – Prompt Word: Fright (Dread) / A-Line Rhyme .


Tanka Tuesday – The Illusion of Power

when the wind
bellows through a forest
it’s the trees
that yield,
not those that are unbending,
that endure unmoved

~kat


A Shadorma (3/5/3/3/7/5) for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge. Today’s Prompt Theme – “The Illusion of Power”.


Magnetic Poetry Monday – 26 October 2020

I see red when I hear
their slow sad voices repeating
the lies of a fool who
secretly hates them;
their hearts poisoned by darkness.
It is of no use trying to
save them for they are long
gone…I must look away, smile,
and melt into blue.

~kat


Magnetic Poetry the Poet Kit.


Sunday’s ReVerse Poem – 25 October 2020

Blue Ridge Mountain Foot Hills aka My Back Yard October 2020 ~kat

It is autumn. The trees are turning, letting go. I should let go too. After a lifetime of clinging to expectations, you would think I’d have learned a thing or two. About letting go. About not holding on for too long, way past the point of no return. It’s a hazard of course, of optimism, of wishful thinking.

A dozen of more leaves drift from the treetops, settling softly on the damp ground as I imagine myself turning, turning. No amount of angst will change what is. Time to let go. Time to ride the wind instead of leaning into it full-faced, stubborn, unmoved. I wish you peace and health and love.


Sunday’s ReVerse – 25 October 2020

aflame in red, amber, gold,

listen to the wind and chill

there is no calm, no eye

I keep forgetting to breathe

barely forming waves, the air

this life is not for the feigned of heart

but half of us are wide awake

wintering beneath the dust

~kat


A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week…or in this case, the past few weeks.


blooms from dust

blooms from dust

weeds burst into seed
wintering beneath the dust
first to bloom come spring

what does it say about our soul
when half of us subscribe to hate
‘twas apathy led to this fate
spiraling down this rabbit hole
inhabited by greedy trolls
who prey upon us while we sleep
and fill our heads with lies and tweets
but half of us are wide awake
we’ll right what’s wrong, for all our sake,
that day when love takes to the streets

~kat


Ronovan’s Decima Poetry Challenge – Prompt word FATE – B Line Rhyme and Haiku Poetry Challenge – Prompt words DUST & WEED.


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