Monthly Archives: November 2015

Weeping Cherry in Autumn

Photo Credit: Lynn Swisher (

Photo Credit: Lynn Swisher (

How lovely she is
exposed for the world to see
but i imagine
she weeps for her faded leaves
wind-whipped, tumbling round her feet.

I wonder if she remembers the spring.

~ kat ~ 29 November 2015

A Tanka (5 line poem/5-7-5-7-7) followed by a Seven Word Story inspired by Lynn Swisher’s beautiful photograph. Visit Lynn’s Blog, Lynz Real Cooking to see more photos. There, you’ll also find her wonderful recipes and stories of her fascinating life in the Middle East. Thank you Lynn!

Sunday’s Week in Review – 29 November 2015


Busy busy week, but I had some time off from work, so some extra opportunities to reflect and write. (My favorite thing to do!)

We lost one of our own this week. The lovely Barbara Beacham who brought us Monday’s Finish the Story Challenge  and many inspirational photographs that fueled other flash fiction and poetry challenges. She will be missed. Rest in peace dear lady and love and healing to her family.

And then there was the rest of this week. The world has continued to spin out of control, but there is one constant for all of us. Life. In all its crazy manifestations, life is the muse that fuels our art and the words that we spill out onto the page or blast on our blank computer screens. Life is a precious gift always.

And so we gave thanks here in the U.S. this week for the blessing of life. We’re a rough and raucous lot, we humans, but we can’t do this alone. The good news is, more and more folks are figuring out that we’re in this together. I suspect there may be hope for our kind yet. Call me a dreamer!

With gratitude then, for this forum…for all you lovely souls here, and the families and communities you / we all represent…let’s devote ourselves to being kind to one another. Just once each day. More if you like. The world won’t mind. Peace and Blessings to you! We can do this. 🙂

~ kat ~

Sunday’s Week in Review – 29 November 2015

It’s not that I’m incapable of a logical thought.
her sinister smile was the last thing he saw…
It had been a long journey…
Cats purr and doves coo coo
How easily we lose ourselves
She wanted the sun.
(a) Complicated life
We grumble for more.
…safe from the monsters she didn’t know.
The rousing “Surprise!” gave him his answer.
As a grateful community cheered!
…I think we’ll be safe!
we’ll have plenty of time to simmer …
“Are you gonna miss all this?”
Millions of people do this every day.
Nocturnal creatures
Dementia slowly, insidiously, devoured her mind.
but for now the wind is calling me to dance and it’s going to be fabulous!
Scrabble was her game!

kat ~ 29 November 2015

If you’re new to this blog, a bit of background to explain the verse above. It is a line from each poem or prose from the previous week. Lifted and placed in the order written. A snapshot review of the week. It helps me to prepare for the upcoming week with a clean the slate. 🙂

Tile Haiku

She arranged the tiles
Spelling a triple point word
Scrabble was her game!

~kat 28 November 2015

TJ’s Household Haiku Challenge. This week’s word: “tile”. I put a little twist on the theme. Read more HERE.

Reflections on a Shapeshifting Leaf

While sitting on my porch this morning I caught glimpse of a single leaf clinging to a fragile tree limb that had magically shapeshifted herself into a bird. Can you see it?

I had to smile. I get it. We humans do our own shapeshifting of sorts. The inevitable fading of our youth often motivates us to attempt to delay the aging process. We slather creams on our faces to soften our wrinkles, apply color to our graying manes, squint our way through the morning paper rather than don bifocals, and make silly, age inappropriate fashion statements. 

But as I reflected on my friend, the leaf-bird, I couldn’t help thinking. Maybe it’s time to stop clinging to the tree. To spread those wings. To ride the wind. To loop and twirl in glorious freedom and joie de vivre. A spring and summer spent bursting with life deserves this final hurrah! Through it all she weathered storms, sheltered hatchlings, danced in the sun and added her sparkling voice to the wind swept chorus of her sister leaves. That leaf, like me, has one magnificent dance left to dance!

And I am reminded in this moment to embrace my smile lines. They are evidence of a happy life. And my furrowed brow lines too, for I have weathered many storms and survived. Grateful am I for bifocals that help sharpen my view…and keep me from bumping into things. And oh how I love my comfortable clothes…bright colorful sweaters and stretchy blue jeans that loosely drape my softening body, and also my practical flat shoes. 

There is wisdom in embracing each season of life…to settling into autumn and relishing in that final hurrah still left in me. Oh yes! This is my season to let loose in unabashed confidence. To appreciate all that has brought me to this place of authenticity. Winter may be coming, but for now the wind is calling me to dance and it’s going to be fabulous! 

Oh…and a disclaimer…I may still indulge in coloring my hair…but not the blond of my youth. This season definitely calls for red!😊

kat – 28 November 2015

Memory – A Six Word Story Challenge

Thanks to Nicola Aukland of a SometimesStellarSytoryteller for this week’s Six Word Story Challenge. The prompt is “Memory”.  To read more stories or enter your own, click HERE. Here’s my story… 

Dementia slowly, insidiously, devoured her mind.

kat – 28 November 2015

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