Monthly Archives: April 2019

on the shelf – MLMM

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on the shelf

you barely notice him there
shadowed face, darkened, looming
in the mirror, whispering tales of
masked heroes, of brilliant valor
old as wheels and of damsels not
distressed, save for the sting
of fearful, pursed lips flapping,
judgment over fabricated scandals,
pants not dresses worn, oh there
are tomes stacked high as heels
spitting lies of petulant patriarchs,
women have their place, they bark,
captured on celluloid, idolized but
muted objects on a shelf, no self for
selflessness, ignored, she feels the sun
at her back, his shadow growing
longer, looming in the mirror
barely noticed there, barely worth
noticing, from plastic eyes she stares

~kat

For Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie’s Sunday Writing Prompt: Choose an Antique.

 


slaugtercoop 9…to 5 – NaPoWriMo #21

slaugtercoop 9…to 5

the chickens labour every day, nested in
cubicles underneath a hundred fluorescent,
strobing suns, pecking furiously on keyboards
to lay a golden egg, to stay the axe, trading
this frying pan for that, no relief, save sips of
sludge where coffee beans and crushed tea
leaves weep into styrofoam cups, sweet with
cane and cream; mindful of the cock, or is it
the clock, clucking slowly dawn to dusking
night where dreams are scrambled, slimy
clarity oozing midst congealed pabulum,
ultimately fed to swine, who pay no mind to
treasure, calling it slop; they don’t treat cows
this way, allowed to nosh in fields of clover
before sucking their swollen teats dry, cash
flowing into buckets, kicked by gluttonous
overlords demanding more and more, the
cock is crowing, wolves and buzzards pace
while headless chickens race around like rats

~kat

For NaPoWriMo 2019 Prompt #21: write a poem that incorporates wild, surreal images. Try to play around with writing that doesn’t make formal sense, but which engages all the senses and involves dream-logic.


Sunday’s Week in Reverse – 21 April 2019

Happy Easter to those who celebrate! Happy Pesach to others. Happy 39 moons to my youngest daughters, twins. Happy Spring!! The irises are finally in bloom while the dogwoods cling to heavy fading petals. The weekend slips away. Make the most of it my friends. Tomorrow presents a clean slate to write upon. It will be great or at least it can be. This story, your story, and how it ends is up to you! Peace out!


Sunday’s Week in Reverse – 21 April 2019

this ship will write itself in the end
it’s the unknown, that’s threatening
don’t weep for me
we’re comfortable in an old shoe kind of way,
why would anyone pay
grateful am I for nothing less, for less is more that way
they are wiser than they know…
I fear I have devoured her completely
yes these yahoos will become yesterday’s yarn
his words haunt me still

~kat


A ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.


words from my father – NaPoWriMo 2019 #20

words from my father

choose between career
or family, can’t have both

his words haunt me still

~kat

A Haiku for today’s NaPoWriMo 2019 Prompt: write a poem that “talks.”


a-b-c-d-e-effed – NaPoWriMo #19

a-b-c-d-e-effed

americans are appropriately aghast at the
bumbling, blustering, bloviating barbs, the
ceaseless, calculated calls for cruelty, the
daily, deliberate, disgusting, divisive digs;
embarrassed by egotistical, efforts to
fracture our favor with friendly foreign
governments, goodness, goodwill, greatly
harmed, hailing hostile heads as heroes,
insinuating our institutions are illegitimate,
justice adjudicated by jokers and jesters,
kleptomaniacs, kremlinologist, keekers who
lie loquaciously and loose-lipped loyalist leakers;
media moles, meanwhile making mountains of
nits, the news of this narcissistic nincompoop’s
obsessive obeisance to oligarchs and overlords
putting us in peril, pitching plans to profiteer,
quick to quote the latest quips and  quackery,
resistant to reason, reading, reflection, reality
settling scores, this shallow, selfish scoundrel
tweeting terrible, troubling things, trolling
unyieldingly, the underdogs, unsung, upstanding
victims of his vicious vitriol gone viral; voters
will weather this whirlwind waging war with
xenophobic, racist, hating mongers with an X
yes these yahoos will become yesterday’s yarn
zany zillionaires get zip, when zonky zealots zing

`kat

An Abecedarian poem for NaPoWriMo 2019 #19 Prompt: write an abecedarian poem – a poem in which the word choice follows the words/order of the alphabet. You could write a very strict abecedarian poem, in which there are twenty-six words in alphabetical order, or you could write one in which each line begins with a word that follows the order of the alphabet. This is a prompt that lends itself well to a certain playfulness.

 


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