
a dream of valkyries, sinners, saints,
pilgrims, paupers, royalty, generations
come and gone, sparks of light,
however brief, whispering tales from
where I hail, as I lay sound asleep
~kat
Stanza 2 for Jane Dougherty’s Daily Poetry Challenge.

a dream of valkyries, sinners, saints,
pilgrims, paupers, royalty, generations
come and gone, sparks of light,
however brief, whispering tales from
where I hail, as I lay sound asleep
~kat
Stanza 2 for Jane Dougherty’s Daily Poetry Challenge.

the fool
poor old chap is down
in the dumps, in a blue funk
with a chip on his
shoulder…once upon a time
he walked on air, flying high
~kat
A Tanka for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge using synomyms only of the words Happy & Morose. I found a lovely collection of idioms that were listed as synonyms for these words. Of course I had to use them all! Well, most of them anyhow. What fun this week’s challenge was!
Happy: walking on air, flying high,
Morose: down in the dumps, in a blue funk, chip on the shoulder

For Haiku Horizon’s Poetry Challenge inspired by the word, “meet”.
because cruel fate
did thrust love’s blade off its mark
never did we meet
~kat

anything
look at you, absentmindedly twirling
a wisp of perfect golden hair ’round
slender fingertips, hint of a smile, lips,
velvet petals, parted, revealing pearlescent
teeth, a laugh, pleasant, lilting, crystalline
blue eyes, sparkling, that quickly look
away from too intense a gaze…you don’t
know how beautiful you are, coyly
denying the adoration of those poor
souls ensnared by your loveliness…
you hardly notice your true devotees
pricked so deeply by love’s poison dart
they would do anything for you, truly
anything…I suppose that’s why
i hate you…i do…i hate you
~kat
For MindLoveMisery’s Menageries’ Sunday Writing Prompt based on the quote above by Nathaniel Hawthorne.

August Gregorius, in 1871, father
of my father’s, father’s father left
Sweden’s shore, Amerika bound, decades
before the harbor maiden raised her beacon
to refugees and immigrants, seeking a dream
~kat
August Stanza a Day Challenge: A short 3,4, or 5 line poem no syllable counts of rhymes, starting with the word ‘August’ on the first day. The last word of the poem will be the first word of day two’s poem, and so on until the end of the month.