
it’s raining…clouds
deep, dark, wet
between stone
and sky
breath of life, thick,
sweet, moist air,
beautiful wild blossoms
withering, leave traces
of eden on the breeze
~kat
Magnetic Poetry – Nature Kit

it’s raining…clouds
deep, dark, wet
between stone
and sky
breath of life, thick,
sweet, moist air,
beautiful wild blossoms
withering, leave traces
of eden on the breeze
~kat
Magnetic Poetry – Nature Kit

SEVEN DAYS. SEVEN BLACK AND WHITE PHOTOS OF YOUR LIFE.
NO PEOPLE. NO EXPLANATION. CHALLENGE SOMEONE NEW EACH DAY’*
*Today I challenge anyone who would like to join. Copy and paste the above description with your photo and tag me so I see your entry. 😊

Graying Streams of Consciousness
bleary eyed, bright
lights, crying, gulping
air, breathing,
soothing sweet
milk flowing, warm
love, bunting soft, safe
she’s in there somewhere
wobbly knees, feet
pressed on cold linoleum,
toes-gripping, step by
step, walking, mouthing
sounds, wording,
mama, pa, talking
she’s in there somewhere
butterfly kisses, bumped
knees, bruised
elbows, big bed, tucked
tight, prayers for
soul keeping, fairy
tale whispers, magic sprite
she’s in there somewhere
books bags, bologna,
bread, mustard, cursive
scratch, fountain pen
perfect, friendly foe
drama, first crush,
pep-rallied awkward
she’s in there somewhere
young love, bliss
wedded, babies, more
babies, 9 to 5 working
surviving, surviving
love fading, still
thriving, heart breaking
she’s in there somewhere
empty nest echo, wild
dreams deferred, then
finding herself, soaring,
smile-lined, curled
locks graying, young,
wise, remembering
she’s in there somewhere
~kat
For Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt: “Know Thyself” inspired by this monologue from the film/play “The Dresser”:
I thought I caught a sight of him tonight
— or myself as he sees me –
speaking reason not the need I became detached from myself, my thoughts flow and I was observing from a great height
— go on you bastard I seemed to be saying or hearing, go on you’ve more to give, go on more more more —
and I was watching Lear
— each word he spoke was fresh invented, I had no knowledge of what came next, what fate awaited me, the agony of acting was in the moment created —
I saw an old man and the old man was me —
outside myself —
do you understand?
— outside myself

Happy Sunday…it is still Sunday. Busy morning, dogs to the groomers, and then a nap. I love naps. Some people tell me they can’t sleep during the day. That is not me. I love a good midday slip between cool sheets with a fan moving cool air over me and my pup snuggled up close. It’s something, I have convinced myself, that I do for me. It’s a guilty pleasure, like a square of “Dove’s” dark chocolate chilled to perfection in the freezer, or flipping up the radio to 11 on the drive home from work.
It doesn’t take much to amuse me. Which is a good thing. Normally I use this space to reflect on what the posts from the previous seven days are telling me about where my brain was during the week.
But I’m not in the mood to rehash the latest, greatest hits and misses of the world that inspired my rambling last week. Not today. I’ll let the lines and (something new this week) photos tell the story.
As for my me. I’m feeling fab. Just had a nap and there is a tiny, frosty square of love calling my name. Sometimes you just have to let the world tend to itself for a while.
Peace out! 💗
you’re about to be blown away<
runk to stem, veins to branches<
t is dark dusky quiet…<
ou dragged me here for a stupid kid’s ring?<
hat’s the one.
they said, empty your noggin<
paces in between

she weeps<
s a sweet young thing,<
ranslucent, placid surface
so fly my darling girl / don’t make waves drive fools to folly
baby steps…<
time to blossom<
ut for your light<
n purple<
reath of god softly flowing
~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.

‘SEVEN DAYS. SEVEN BLACK AND WHITE PHOTOS OF YOUR LIFE.
NO PEOPLE. NO EXPLANATION. CHALLENGE SOMEONE NEW EACH DAY’*
*Today I challenge anyone who would like to join. Copy and paste the above description with your photo and tag me so I see your entry. 😊