a torturous drip
for some, pure zen for others…
endless drops of rain
~kat
(for Haiku Horizon’s challenge, prompt word, “drop”.)
a torturous drip
for some, pure zen for others…
endless drops of rain
~kat
(for Haiku Horizon’s challenge, prompt word, “drop”.)

beautiful roses
cursed are your fragrant blossoms
destined for a vase
fair anathema
‘neath shallow skin-deep façades,
souls fade, left wanting
~kat
(For Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge, prompt words: Beautiful & Curse)

the birth of a lie
once upon a time, when words had meaning
when everyone believed that words were true
no living soul conceived they’d need to question
or turn a blind eye in the face of proof
it was a time of blissful innocence
until the day the first untruth took hold
‘twas only meant to spare another’s feelings
I’m sure you’d do the same, if truth be told
but oh what happened after its telling
the ignorance and bliss of those deceived
everyone agreed, it bore repeating
and so the lie, it grew like a bad seed
when naysayers tried hard to deny it
they were swiftly cast aside, reviled
greedy profiteers began to sell it
for blissful happiness, the crowds went wild
soon the truth was hidden twixt the pages,
and history rewritten, as preferred,
faux everything became the rage of ages
and truth was just an inconvenient blur
sometimes truth will show up unexpected
like a fragile flower amidst the weeds
you can recognize it using reason
don’t be surprised if nobody believes
kat – 19 April 2017
(NaPoWriMo 2017 #19 – a dramatization of a creation myth…birth of a lie for today’s prompt in the form of a Fable Poem.)

photo by Gemma Evans via Unsplash
I couldn’t sleep; not an unusual occurrence, so I decided to try counting sheep but all the sheep had numbers painted on them…the same numbers.
Well of course I thought the universe must be messing with me, or perhaps it had worked and I was sleeping, even dreaming!
But then this unsettling dream, if it was it was a dream, roused me awake and I spent the rest of the night trying to figure out what it all means!!!
-kat
(A Three Line Tale based on this cute, disturbing nightmare of a photo by Gemma Evans via Unsplash. 😜

My Schmushy-Faced Wubby Dub
my
big puppy
is a wubby dub
booger butt, slobbery schmush
and
then
sometimes he’s just my Winston
he always answers
cause he wuvs
me
kat – 18 April 2017
(NaPoWriMo 2017 #18 – “Write a “neologism” – a made-up word made from combining two existing words, like “motel” coming from “motor” and “hotel” or words invented entirely for their sound. Because this is an odd prompt I found an equally odd poetry form, the Oddquain a short, usually unrhymed poem consisting of seventeen syllables distributed 1, 3, 5, 7, 1 in five lines. I chose one of several variations…the mirror oddquain (1-3-5-7-1 1-7-5-3-1) 🙂