Flights of Fancy
our ancestors might
fancy flight a miracle
which makes me wonder
what curious future device
might we deem impossible
~kat
A Tanka poem for Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge, prompt words (synonyms only): Beliefs: fancy & Strange: curious.
The House Cat
lounging in streams of sunlit bliss
soft warm belly, never hungry
window ledging where I can see
birds about to purr at, to hiss
napping every afternoon, this
domesticated life’s for me
lounging in streams of sunlit bliss
soft warm belly, never hungry
peering through the dewy mist
nocturne romps beneath the trees
coming, going just as I please
a doting human to dismiss
lounging in streams of sunlit bliss
~kat
A Rondel for MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt Challenge: “Take a Walk” – Today it is all about writing from a different point of view.
Possibilities
A different income bracket
A different level of fame/influence
A different profession
A different age group
A different gender
A different species (my choice)
A different culture or religion
A different social/peer group
I want you to challenge the stereotypes and do your best to compassionately portray your selected group.
an ambush of lies, tall tales and such
sets gas lights aflame sowing questions and doubt
verity spiraling, fools out of touch
puppets on strings dance with lengthening snouts
while dark secrets spin behind closed door trysts
those who are woke try to figure it out
there is a legion of tools who insist
up is down, east is west, wrong, is all right
slow turns the screw ‘til truth cannot exist
~kat
while on my morning walk, a looming curse
a faceless copper penny caught my eye
pick it up and certain doom I might unearth
best to leave it there and walk on by
or better yet give it a happy turn
to pass good fortune on to the next guy
a single penny gained is thought absurd
for these days pennies don’t amount to much
even my two cents worth goes unheard
~kat
tossed to the curb, piles of junk, a few toys
nothing of value, or so someone thinks
a find for scavengers; cause to rejoice
they’ll save some collectible gems from the brink
clean them up nice; upload them to eBay…
mind what you pitch with that old kitchen sink
one man’s trash is a treasure, they say,
to those discerning, who know a thing’s worth
there’s still life left in what some throw away
~kat
like mercury colliding... 