Monthly Archives: July 2016

A Key is a Key is a Key

This is for Haiku Horizon’s weekly haiku challenge, prompt word “Key”.

Did you know that their are quite a few meanings and applications for the word “key”? It can be an instrument that unlocks something, a guide for reading symbols on maps, or a guide to colours and symbols used in a data chart, graph, plot or diagram or something that directs one to the answer of a test, riddle or to the solution of a problem. It can be a sandy island formed on the surface of a coral reef, a type of coupling used to transmit rotation between a shaft and an attached item in engineering or a piece of information that controls the operation of a cryptography algorithm. It can be the name of a person, place or company. With all these options to choose from for my haiku this week I thought I would have a little fun and combine three meanings in one 5-7-5 verse! I give you the sad story of Mr. Key…😊

Poor old Mr. Key…
retracing his steps would be key
to finding his keys!

~kat – 31 July 2016

Seasoning – Part 4

Henry puttered around noisily in the kitchen. “Tea…where is the tea?” he muttered while rummaging through each cabinet and drawer. “Damn Helen! Why couldn’t you leave well enough alone. Always prying where you’re not welcome!”

In the parlor, Helen scanned the perimeter of the room. The plant stand near the window caught her eye. Whatever once lived in this dry pot of soil was now a sad, brittle bunch of leafless stalks. It reminded her of the wheat fields of her youth, golden and ready for harvest. But this poor plant was clearly dead. “Well, this is fitting.” She huffed.

Henry nearly dropped the tea tray when he entered the room and saw Helen standing near the window. She was in that spot. Gathering his wits he asked, “What were you saying Helen?”

“Oh, there you are Henry. I was saying… that it is fitting that you have dead plants in the parlor. It goes with the rest of the decor.”

“I’ve been meaning to do something with that. I hope you like your tea black. I’m fresh out of cream.”

“It’ll do.” Helen swept dust off the sofa before taking a seat. “Sit Henry.”

Reluctantly, Henry plopped into an armchair across from Helen, releasing a cloud of dust that caused him to cough. “I wish you had called before coming.”

Helen burst into a boisterous cackle, “Oh Henry! That is rich! I have tried to call you, and I’ve written. I am here, Henry, because you have ignored every attempt I’ve made to contact you! Quite frankly, we’re all worried about you.”

“Who’s we? Well it doesn’t matter. You can tell everyone I’m fine.”

“Enough Henry!” Helen’s voice shifted. “You are not fine! And I am not leaving until I am sure you are fine.”

Henry slouched in his chair, “Suit yourself.” Secretly a part of him was relieved. Though he was loath to admit it, seeing her there, in the light of day covered in dust, proved she was right.


This entry is fourth in a series prompted by Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge. Read previous chapters HERE.

A note about the painting by Vincent Van Gogh:
The Van Gogh Museum’s Wheat Field with Crows was made in July 1890, in the last weeks of Van Gogh’s life, many have claimed it was his last work. Others have claimed Tree Roots was his last painting. Wheat Field with Crows, made on an elongated canvas, depicts a dramatic cloudy sky filled with crows over a wheat field.[90] The wind-swept wheat field fills two thirds of the canvas. An empty path pulls the audience into the painting. Of making the painting Van Gogh wrote that he had made a point of expressing sadness, later adding “extreme loneliness” (de la solitude extrême), but also says he believes the canvases show what he considers healthy and fortifying, the storm and crows powerfully offset by the restorative nature of the countryside.

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 31 July 2016


A look back, and a reflection. I spent this past week in usual fashion with the bulk of my days working at the job that pays for my existence. My evenings however were spent engaged in part two of my country’s political ritual…the nomination of presidential candidates midst a cacophony of rhetoric and bombastic assertions, most always in dogged opposition to the competing faction.

As a citizen who seeks truth and attempts to participate fully in the process, I availed myself of both spectacles, the republican brand two weeks ago and the democratic version this past week. Political platforms and ideologies aside, there was a stark difference between the two conventions. Fear, exceptionalism, and a chaotic, off-script program of events colored the first call to meeting; hope, inclusiveness (while not without murmurs of discord), and an organized, well-executed program informed the second. The republican sea of white faces became even more obvious when contrasted by the rainbow of diversity that filled the democratic auditorium. On display these past few weeks for all to see was a snapshot of the two Americas we have become.

I admit a predisposed affinity for the latter. In fact, I mentioned this last week as well. That being said, I struggle to find the appeal of the republican view of the world; a world that must become smaller, walled off from others in order for its citizenry to feel safe. I fail to understand how so many can follow such ideology blindly. It is a terrifying commentary on this country…my country…the anger and hatred that has risen to the surface. This election season, like no other that I can remember, has exposed the truth about how un-united and in need of a revival and return to our founding principles we are.

It was a busy week to say the least! While I did not have as much time to write, what I did manage to eke out captured the angst and fragile hope that I feel. Oh to be a skylark (this week’s word of the day) indeed! To rise above the fray with a song on my lips…joy and peace intact!

I cling to hope…

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 31 July 2016

love on the wind
strands of fine-spun gold
promote peace not walls
take care to notice red dawn skies
oh let me be a skylark
fungus among us
danger lurks in the hollows
peace lies in ruins…
deepest dark murmurs pure poetry

~ kat

The Shi Sai, (formerly known as a ReVerse) is a form created by Kat Myrman in April 2016. It is a poem created by taking one line of verse from several poems of an author’s own collection. The shi sai is done as a review of a series or collection of poems and therefore, each line should flow in chronological order of the dates the poems were written (from oldest to new). The lines chosen should be the author’s favorite from each poem. This form works best if the author resists the temptation to read the full new poem before all the verses have been added. (It helps one to resist the impulse to change a line to make it “fit”.

Pure Poetry – Magnetic poetry Saturday

wander off the
ancient path…
in nature’s
deepest dark
murmurs pure

kat ~ 30 July 2016

It’s Elusive Trope’s Magnetic Poetry Saturday Challenge. He suggested starting out this week’s poem with “O” if we were fortunate enough to find one in our kit. For future reference, the Nature Kit does not contain an “O”. But the muse still spoke to me. Happy Saturday all! 

Mushrooms…Friend or Fiend?

gilled spore-stuffed buttons
stinkhorns, puffballs and toadstools
fungus among us

poisonous night blooms
danger lurks in the hollows
fungophobics know!

mushroom clouds ascend
when unchecked power descends
peace lies in ruins…

kat ~ 30 July 2016

A trio of haiku for TJ’s Household Haiku Challenge, prompt word: Mushrooms.

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