remember the past
take care not to linger there
or be corrupted
~kat
For Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: Poison (corrupt) & Past.
remember the past
take care not to linger there
or be corrupted
~kat
For Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: Poison (corrupt) & Past.

feel the air
the sun shining
never forget
wonder…dream…
remember, but
don’t look back
those days are gone
just let ‘em go
and be strong
you can be strong
~kat
A Black Out Poem for Manic Monday’s Three-Way Challenge: Word Prompt: Departed, Photo: (above) and Song: The Boys of Summer by Don Henley (lyrics with words bolded).
The Boys of Summer
Don Henley
Nobody on the road,
Nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air
The summer’s out of reach
Empty lake, empty streets
The sun goes down alone
I’m driving by your house
Don’t know you’re not home
But I can see you
Your brown skin shining in the sun
You got your hair combed back
And your sunglasses on, baby
I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone
I never will forget those nights
I wonder if it was a dream
Remember how you made me crazy
Remember how I made you scream
I don’t understand what happened to our love
But, baby, I’m gonna get you back
I’m gonna show you what I’m made of
I can see you,
Your brown skin shining in the sun
I see you walking real slow
And you’re smiling at everyone
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone
Out on the road today I saw a Deadhead sticker on a Cadillac
A little voice inside my head said
Don’t look back, you can never look back
I thought I knew what love was
What did I know?
Those days are gone forever
I should just let ’em go, but
I can see you,
Your brown skin shining in the sun
You got that top pulled down,
And that radio on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong,
After the boys of summer have gone
I can see you,
Your brown skin shining in the sun
You got that hair slicked back,
And those Wayfarers on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone
Songwriters: Don Henley / Michael W. Campbell

labor
on holiday…
celebrate those who toil
lifeblood, bone, and sinew feasting
on scraps from the table
~kat
(Pensee – A syllabic form. No meter specified. No rhyme. Syllabic count 2-4-7-8-6;
line 1 is the subject;
line 2 gives description;
line 3, action;
line 4, the setting;
line 5, final thought.)