I wonder where you spend your nights
when everyone is tucked in tight.
Are you still wandering the streets
with no safe place to lay your head;
a cardboard box to call your bed?
Dark shadows looming while you sleep,
beneath the moon and stars above;
were you someone, were you loved?
You’re not invisible to me.
~kat
(NaPoWriMo 2017 #16 – for the prompt: write a “letter”, a Nove Otto Poem – nine-lines with 8 syllables per line (isosyllabic)/rhyme scheme: aacbbcddc.





April 16th, 2017 at 10:58 pm
wonderful…a topic to think on…
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April 16th, 2017 at 11:00 pm
Thank you Sangbad. It is something to think about…❤️
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April 17th, 2017 at 12:14 am
Reblogged this on Pastor Michael Moore's Blog and commented:
Oh Kat, this speaks to my heart and to Denise’s… we know so many homeless folks by name and pray for our precious Sisters and Brothers… On this Holy Easter Evening, thank you for the reminder and for touching my heart ❤❤
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April 17th, 2017 at 6:11 am
God bless you and Denise for your beautiful hearts. ❤️❤️❤️
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April 17th, 2017 at 9:02 am
A very tender poem I think.
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April 17th, 2017 at 9:53 am
Thank you for commenting. 😊
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April 17th, 2017 at 11:31 am
What a beautiful letter.
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April 17th, 2017 at 11:50 am
Thank you Kathryn. ❤️
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April 17th, 2017 at 3:42 pm
Nor to me❤️
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April 17th, 2017 at 3:48 pm
Bless your kind heart Willow ❤️
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April 17th, 2017 at 3:49 pm
Bless yours too! 💗
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April 18th, 2017 at 11:33 am
Amen sister, Amen. 🌹
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