Counting the Ways
clearing my windshield at dawn
coffee for two, fixing things,
you don’t have to say a word
or three, I hear you
~kat
Counting the Ways
clearing my windshield at dawn
coffee for two, fixing things,
you don’t have to say a word
or three, I hear you
~kat
the gospel
of intuition
assumes a
certainty
that bliss may be found when we
trust our convictions
~kat
A Shadorma (3/5/3/3/7/5) for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge, Synonyms Only, prompt words: Belief: intuition, certainty, conviction, gospel and Joy: bliss.
Fine
I’m doing just fine
I wake up each day; I’m living, breathing
I’m doing just fine
sometimes I let myself think of the times
we still talked, and I give in to grieving
smile on my face, it’s me I’m deceiving
I’m doing just fine
~kat
A Rondelet for Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt, prompt word: Recovery. A Rondelet is a French form consisting of a single septet with two rhymes and one refrain: AbAabbA. The refrain is written in tetra-syllabic or dimeter and the other lines are twice as long – octasyllabic or tetrameter.
what need have I for flowers,
fancy gifts or dinners out,
they’re just things, silly, really,
and they are not you
~kat
identity’s not a what
yet our quick reply to who
refers more to what we do
than to who we are
~kat