
water clear and sweet
sifts first through sludge and shale
welling cool and deep
~kat
For TJ’s Haiku Hub Poetry Challenge, prompt words, Sweet & Well.


water clear and sweet
sifts first through sludge and shale
welling cool and deep
~kat
For TJ’s Haiku Hub Poetry Challenge, prompt words, Sweet & Well.


dark moon cover…
we watched quietly,
breathless, as the
sun dusked softly
between light and shade,
harmony murmuring
on the breeze
~kat
On the day of the great American Eclipse – 21 August 2017

I remember every word like it was yesterday…nasty woman, grab em by the pussy, fake news, bad hombres…they’re rapists, if “she” wasn’t my daughter, I’d probably be dating her, why can’t we use nuclear weapons, Russia, if you’re listening…, They don’t look like Indians to Indians”, I am the least racist person there is, laziness is a trait in blacks. It really is, I believe that, women. You have to treat ’em like shit, he’s not a war hero. He’s a war hero because he was captured. I like people that weren’t captured, I could stand in the middle of Fifth Avenue and shoot somebody, and I wouldn’t lose any voters, okay? I love the poorly educated, knock the crap out of them, would you? Seriously. Okay? Just knock the hell — I promise you, I will pay for the legal fees, I have a great relationship with the blacks, You had some very bad people in that group. You also had some very fine people on both sides, we’re going to build a wall, it will go up so fast your head will spin…please don’t be too nice…so this week, it is Robert E. Lee. I noticed that Stonewall Jackson is coming down. I wonder, is it George Washington next week? And is it Thomas Jefferson the week after? You know, you really do have to ask yourself, where does it stop?
I remember every word…these and others. There are so many others…You know, you really do have to ask yourself, where does it stop?
Darkness is coming this week as an eclipse cuts a horizontal line across the entire country from coast to coast. The nation will be darkest along the path of totality. Isn’t that ironic?
Be safe. Be encouraged. The darkness only lasts for a few moments.
we are so easily charmed
muddling puddles
here the sky is green
Wow!” they gasped,
dry with a tinge bittersweet
frail crimson petals clinging
That is how nothing leaves a room.
He didn’t always win.
time to go home
Some people believe tradition is an archaic chain to the past
Prayers for Barcelona
there is no solace
words in unison
poor confabulating fool
heart’s not in it
in the stillness
too bright to behold
it is here and there and nowhere
~kat
A shi sai or ReVerse poem 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 shi sai features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.



love is a powerful 
Today’s Word of the Day on Dictionary.com, Confabulate, is an interesting word for our times. Basically, it means to talk casually, converse or chat. It originated in 1610’s, from confabulatus, past participle of Latin confabulari “to converse together,” from com- “together” (see com- ) + fabulari “to talk, chat, “from fabula “a tale” (see fable ).
It has a second meaning though, coined in psychological circles in 1924, that has found its way into our current dialog. Wikipedia offers a comprehensive look:
Confabulation is a disturbance of memory, defined as the production of fabricated, distorted, or misinterpreted memories about oneself or the world, without the conscious intention to deceive. Wikipedia goes on to explain, people who confabulate present incorrect memories ranging from “subtle alterations to bizarre fabrications”, and are generally very confident about their recollections, despite contradictory evidence.
There are several theories related to confabulation but one that caught my attention is the theory that proposes that confabulations represent a way for memory-disabled people to maintain their self-identity. And there are a host of disorders associated with frontal lobe injury or disease that present with some of the signs and symptoms associated with confabulation:
Signs and Symptoms of Confabulation:
Of course, there is a distinction between true confabulation and outright lies; that distinction being that the one confabulating truly believes the fabricated story they are telling, sometimes with such conviction that those listening may find themselves wondering if it is not indeed true. This can be problematic if the suffering individual’s illness is left unchecked, (thinking out loud here, confabulating if you will) especially if the individual confabulating is in a position of power or authority. I’ll let that settle with you for a few seconds.
It may be just me, but I am deeply concerned about the state of mind of our current chief executive. He seems to confabulate in waves, with lucid calculated, manipulating speech interspersed. Vulnerable, gullible people who are easily manipulated seem blind to the difference, believing his confabulations over verifiable fact. Believing I say, but what is most disturbing is their veneration of his statements because, they say, “he says what I think”. This realization is the scariest thought of all.
A few haiku for you then. Thanks for joining me for this confabulation on a most interesting word.
people watched aghast
poor confabulating fool
his mind sundowning
the truest old friends
confabulate for hours
words in unison
there is no solace
in confabulated yarns
that never happened
~kat