Sarah was running out of time.
With only minutes to spare she scrambled to think of something to say that John would remember years from now when they would meet for the first time…again.
“You remind me of someone I would very much like to know…” she whispered, as she turned away, fading into air.
~kat
A Three Line Tale inspired by the photo above by Charles Etoroma via Unsplash
oh how graceful they fly
on wings through the sky
as I watch them, I sigh from below
~kat
Florescence #5 for Jane Dougherty’s Daily Florescence Poem Challenge.
Egyptian Hieroglyphs from Wikipedia
Shepherds,
lowly goatherds,
chiseled legends in stone
‘twas a story of all creatures
and how they came to be; the worms, the trees,
birds of the air; droppings of seed
that took root in the ground
under the stars
blooming
and of
belly crawlers
worms, sprouting arms and legs,
rising from the sea, from fishes
to land dwellers living in harmony;
so too the dawning of humankind,
born of water and dust,
heaven and hell,
no peace
because
humans forgot
that they came from the earth,
from the seed and the worm, from birds
and the fishes; forgetting the music,
the song of creation fading
to scarcely a whisper
time and again,
chaos
~kat
I took today’s NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 5 suggestion and added my own twist. My photo inspiration is a hieroglyphic etching, and my poem is a creative translation using a series of lines and reverse lines in the syllable form of 2-4-6-8-10-8-6-4-2.
battered, billowing trees
bent from a blust’ry breeze
their dappled crowns like seas, leaf scattered
~kat
Playing along with Jane Dougherty’s Daily Florescence Poem Challenge. Today Jane combined her florescense with a 5-word prompt from Secret Keeper. After laboring on and off for hours over the 5 words and their synonyms, my head started to hurt. So I glanced out the window and watched the wind-tossed trees. Mercifully the universe gave me a substitute topic for today’s daily poem. Coffee break over…back to spreadsheets and memos. 🙂
Depression Moved In
he’s come to stay
slipped through the cracks
of a drafty door
settling, like the dust collecting
leaving traces
stacks of dishes
crusted with rot
window shades drawn, but for light
piercing the gray
warming the cat
dull-bladed daggers
razor streaks slashing through grime
dripping water
leaky faucet
tv set to mute
white static strobing, tick tock
trays of ashes
twisted faggots
blobs of wax, melted
charred wicks long spent from burning
unopened mail
crumpled wrappers
half-finished crosswords
stench of bleeding ink and sweat
dreary pallette
laundry piled
blackness on blackness
layers of rags, dark as night
heavy-boned, dead
to the world
nothing to see here
just lock the door when you leave
~kat
My response for NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 4. Prompt: write a poem that is about something abstract – perhaps an ideal like “beauty” or “justice,” but which discusses or describes that abstraction in the form of relentlessly concrete nouns. (adjectives are okay too).
like mercury colliding... 