Monthly Archives: July 2018

Terza Rima 1-f – Heat Wave

another scorching day, hazy and bright
cold front a-brewing, thunder rumbling low
sun’s reign of rage, by rain will lose this fight

~kat

This is the sixth Terza Rima stanza in a series of daily entries for July’s micropoetry challenge prompted by Jane Dougherty. I’m thinking I’ll wrap this series on day 7 to give us all some much needed relief from this heat waverie (yes I just made up a word…I must be delirious!). Fortunately my inspiration, the weather, will be doing the same, with cooler temperatures promised this weekend. Then on to a new topic. 💚


Hero

“Stupid fools!” Brad thought, when total strangers approached, glanced at his prosthesis, and commented with a smile and a nod, “thank you for your service…”

He knew he was not who they assumed he was. Their comments, the stares, the side-glancing whispers, their misplaced approval haunted him. It made him wish that he had died in the crash; not the young mother and three small children whose car had the misfortune of being in the path of his drunken recklessness.

They didn’t know him. All they saw was his titanium leg, assuming the best…his personal hell.

~kat

96 words for Friday Fictioneers inspired by the photo above by J. Hardy Carroll.


Terza Rima 1-e – Heat Wave

longing for rain is quite futile, you know
this heatwave continues, no end in sight
seconds to minutes the hours tic slow

~kat


Independence Day – A Cleave Poem

(A Cleave poem is three poems in one. First read column one, top to bottom, then column two, then each line across.)

Independence Day

they sought freedom / a better life
on a distant shore / just over the Rio Grande
a month’s long journey by water / across treacherous terrain
entire families / they came with nothing
risking everything / but their precious children
to chase a dream / only to face a nightmare
when met with hardship / separated by icy hate
the people fought / begging for mercy
for freedom and liberty / for their babies, now orphaned
a cost too dear / by a once shining beacon
too pay / a lady, now looking away
some would say / on a hill
bloodshed and glory / she’s building a wall
the ultimate sacrifice / it can’t come too soon
paid by heroes / whatever the cost
for our independence / to protect them from us

~kat

For some this is a day of national pride and celebration, barbecues, family gatheries and fireworks. For others, it is a continuing nightmare. We have forgotten that most of us were foreigners and refugees once. I cannot celebrate until we remember.


Terza Rima #1-d – Heat Wave

dark hollows erupt in wild mushrooms
creatures, nocturnal, creep, burrowing low
stale air swirls in darkening rooms

~kat