Monthly Archives: April 2019

slaughtered history – NaPoWriMo #5

slaughtered history

it was the age of foolishness1
that’s what the history books will say
all this happened, more or less2

they’ll paint us crazy, dupes at best,
the folks who lost their minds and way
it was the age of foolishness1

mistreatment of the poor, oppressed,
innocents lost, locked away
all this happened, more or less2

our frozen hearts put to the test
found wanting, as we vowed to pray
it was the age of foolishness1

leaving future kin to guess
how we, so easily were swayed
all this happened, more or less2

leaving them a bloody mess
with astronomical debt to pay
it was the age of foolishness1
all this happened, more or less2

~kat


Not my favorite form, though I might have liked it better if not for so many added restraints on the form. Still I managed to pen a villanelle: A1bA2 abA1 abA2 abA1 abA2 abA1A2 where letters (“a” and “b”) indicate the two rhyme sounds, upper case indicates a refrain (“A”), and superscript numerals (1 and 2) indicate Refrain 1 and Refrain 2,  for NaPoWritMo #5 Prompt: write a poem that incorporates at least one of the following: (1) the villanelle form, (2) lines taken from an outside text, and/or (3) phrases that oppose each other in some way.

Outside Verse References:
1-Tale of Two Cities – Charles Dickens
2-Slaughterhouse-Five – Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.

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photographs – NaPoWriMo #4

photographs

my walls are covered with photographs
milestones of my life, of family
silly, happy smiles that make me laugh
precious moments, captured memories
if you visit you’ll notice them all
framed in glass, prominently displayed
in hopes their subjects might come to call
and know they’re with me every day
faded images, collecting dust
it’s been several years since they’ve been by
i’ve haunted  social media sites just
to see what’s new in their busy lives
time moves on, it’s memories that last
my walls are covered with photographs

~kat


A sonnet of sorts…rhyming with 14 lines in response to today NaPoWriMo Challenge Prompt: write your own sad poem, that achieves sadness through simplicity. Playing with the sonnet form may help you – its very compactness can compel you to be straightforward, using plain, small words.
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It’s Been Three Weeks, But Who’s Counting? – NaPoWriMo #3

Just Three Weeks, But Who’s Counting

it’s been three weeks, actually,
19 days, 6 hours and 27 minutes since
the spot made its villainous appearance,
19 days, 6 hours and 29 minutes since
“your doctor will be calling you,” the
technician said, careful not to spoil
the surprise…but she knew…she knew

what a wonderful day it was, it will
be etched in my memory forever, one
day I’ll say I knew her when…my
granddaughter, she was magnificent
in her school play…it wasn’t a speaking
part, mind you, but her portrayal of a
tree in the wind…it was breathtaking. I cried.

it was a voicemail on my phone,
a nurse, “doctor so and so would like you
to come in to the office this afternoon”…not
unexpected, the technician had warned
me, she had such a nice smile, kind eyes,
around my age, I’m thinking, we talked
about smart phones as she tugged my
floppy breasts onto an ice-cold plate to be
smashed for their photo shoot, “hold your
breath, 3…2…1” …funny how communication
has changed over the years…

the meeting is at 9:30 tomorrow,
I’ll assemble all the slides for the deck,
clean them up and send them to the
team for a final walk-through…btw…
I need to take a few hours this afternoon
I’ll have my phone with me if anyone
needs to reach me…

“nothing to be alarmed about just yet, but
we’ll want to run a few more tests, an
ultrasound, we can do it in the office today”

an ultrasound…I had those
when I was pregnant…now they’re
doing them in 3-D, you know. It’s like
a snapshot, well, a weird sort of
snapshot, where body parts are
sometimes elongated into distorted
shapes, but so much more advanced
than those first cloudy pictures…even so
two heads were easy to make out when
I found out I was having twins, with
a toddler and an infant already at home
I remember lying there in the dark, crying.

“We’d like you to see a specialist. Tomorrow, 9:30.
Here’s the address. They already know you’re coming.”

I’m going to miss the presentation. Maybe
we can reschedule. Although, they don’t really
need me there. Someone else can present it. No
one is irreplaceable, that’s a fact. I’ll get my
assistant to brief me on the take-aways
tomorrow afternoon. Should be able to keep
my lunch date with mom. Need to remember
to pack that book I told her she could borrow.
Great book, a really great book.

it’s been 19 days, 6 hours and 43 minutes
no news is good news, right? I keep telling myself that.
no news is good news when you’re waiting for bad news
19 days, 7 hours and 2 minutes, a message pinged from
the voice mailbox on my smart phone … doctor so and so’s
office, the nurse again, “no need to come to the office, nothing
to worry about, scar tissue was all it was”…who was worrying?

~kat
NaPoWriMo #3 Prompt: Meandering…to write something that involves a story or action that unfolds over an appreciable length of time. Perhaps, as you do, you can focus on imagery, or sound, or emotional content (or all three!)

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Wouldn’t You? – NaPoWriMo #2

clock

Wouldn’t You?

how can it be? fluffy clouds
swirling past my outstretched
arms, the sky so crystalline
blue, I’m squinting, cool breeze
tossing my hair, sun rays,
warm on my back…flying,
I’m not sure quite how, lost,
my aversion to heights, here,
to take in the sights, a bird’s
eye view, where the niggling
every day is blurred into
a beautiful sea of green and
blue, wet, shiny rooftops,
and the shimmer of leaves
topping the trees…floating,
soaring…bUgs IN My teETth,
tOO cloSe, toO CLosE to the SUN…

SHIT!

WHAT TIME IS IT? I’M LATE! shit, shit, SHIT! Glasses, where are my…
teeth, brush my teeth, take a piss, bad hair day, bad, bad, bad, damn alarm…
damn fucking alarm…

Need to text work, tell them I’ll be…
SICK, taking a sick day…phone on mute,
going back to my soft, warm bed, back,
back to my lovely dream, it’s the
only sensible thing to do, don’t you agree?
Wouldn’t you do the same if you were me?

~kat


NaPoWriMo #2 Prompt: To write a poem that similarly resists closure by ending on a question, inviting the reader to continue the process of reading (and, in some ways, writing) the poem even after the poem ends.

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Twittering Tales #130 – 2 April 2019

About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story in 280 characters or less. When you write your tale, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale. If you would prefer to post your tale in the comments (some people have very specific blog themes but still want to participate), I am happy to post a link to your site when I post your tale in the Round Up.

A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at charactercountonline.com.

I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing a new prompt. And if for some reason I missed your entry in the Roundup, as I have occasionally done, please let me know. I want to be sure to include your tale.

Finally, have fun!


Twittering Tales #129 -The Roundup

Starting us off..
Canary Test Fail
“Poor bastards. They thought those damn birds would save ‘em.”
“Let’s just do what we came here for.” Agent Shultz sighed, as he tugged at one of the cages.
The chemical attack had been swift. The birds died instantly, and along with them, the people who placed their hope in them.
~kat
279 Characters

By MSJadeli at Tao Talk:
Steel webs hold sorrow captive 
and trap the remembering of 
folly or random ends. 
hopes also trapped
for happy returns.
how selfish.
let them fly free,
souls flitting,
sparkling 
jewels.
on a cosmic ocean
they will play —
and wait
for you —
there.
[237 characters]

By Kate at Everywhere and Nowhere:
beacon
My father used to say they were there to catch wishes and I believed him because I was too young to be there as night fell. When I was old enough to watch people light the candles, put them inside and raise them to the sky I realised it wasn’t wishes they caught but memories.
Characters: 276

By Reena at ReInventions:
Cages
“The birds have been set free.”
“Not all. This is a red light area, and there are many inside the cages inside the building. Call the police for a rescue operation.”
I wonder why some faces in the room turned red.
(211 characters)

By The Dark Netizen:
Cages
Here they come, the supposed saviours.
They have come to challenge me. No doubt they want to defeat me and take possession of the keys to the cages. Do they think that they can free their captured kin from my grasp so easily? I am not letting them have my pets.
They are all mine…
Character Count: 280

By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Birdman
They called him Birdman. He strung birdcages on wires between the buildings. They thought it was pleasant and enjoyed the chirping of all of the birds.
But then he got carried away. Too many cages. Too much noise. Too much bird poop falling on the kids playing in the alley below.
(279 characters)

By Di at Pensitivity101:
Part One:
No-one was allowed to keep a pet in their apartment, but there was nothing to say they couldn’t have one outside.
113 characters.
Part Two:
The Bird has flown.
19 characters
Part Three:
Now all her kids were grown, somehow the empty nest syndrome didn’t seem so bad.
80 characters.

By Ramya at And Miles to Go Before I Sleep:
Empty Cages
The cages lay empty..
They have always been empty..
These cages were installed in hope that birds and humans can coexist together..
But who would want to live with the humans who took their home to create concrete jungle.
Character Count : 218

By Kristian at Tales from the Mind of Kristian:
To Appreciate the Cage, You Need To Be Outside
They appeared overnight. No one knew who’d hung the cages across the street. Someone with too much leisure time, no doubt.
The street artist turned from the gawping crowd, the look of enjoymentclear on her face.
The message was to appreciate your freedom before it’s too late.
[278 Character]

By Regina at Help From Heaven:
Free to Live Our Best Lives
Guilt and shame are like cages,
Holding us hostages by their lies,
Making us believe we cannot change,
No matter how hard we have tried.
But, let’s look in our mirrors,
Forgiving ourselves for past sins.
Then the doors of our cages will open,
Freeing us to live our best lives again.
(277 characters)

By Radhika at Radhika’s Reflection:
Caged Memories!
Their affair had been wonderful till it lasted. Everything was going their way until life threw up some unexpected twists which led to their eventual breakup.
Free, yet caged to the innumerable memories they shared as a couple, didn’t help Tia get over it. Was she really free?
letter count : 278

By Tessa at Tessa Can Do It!:
The landlords would not allow pets in the apartments so all the residents got birds or small dogs or cats and hung the cages in the alleyway around the wash on the lines. The landlords couldn’t complain since they were technically not in the apartments themselves.
265 characters

By Ennle at Abandoned Amenities:
The Birds Knew
It was always the birds
From first glimpse
Outside his window.
He despised the city
But for birds’ flutter
Winged song his
Preferred company
Conversation
Society he related to
Familiar with cages.
Uncomfortable amid
Human babbling ~
Made no sense to him
But the birds knew
His spirit, language.
280 characters

By Hayley at The Story Files:
Robirds
Opening my window, I smoked my first cig of the morning. The cages strung between apartment blocks were filled with brightly colored, noisy birds. As a child, I’d thought them real and tried to set them free but there were no animals and those birds are robots.

By Anurag at Jagahdilmein:
Those Were The Days
This used to be the most beautiful street in the city, wildly popular among residents as well as tourists.
But not anymore.
Not since the epidemic, after which the cages had to be emptied.
After all, no bird in his right mind would want to see a dead, rotting human in a cage.
274 characters.

By Jo at A Creative PTSD Gal:
Trapping Wings
$10,000 REWARD!
Small songbird escaped May 4th.
She has gold wings, pearl beak…’
Ell recalled the poster when she saw a bird with actual gold wings and beak of pearl.
She thought, ‘The sweet songs are lovely but I think she’s worth more than the reward.’
That day she set her traps.
Character Count: 280

By Willow at WillowDot21:
Birdcage Walk.
No one noticed the eggs arrival.They incubated on their own. The chicks were put in cages and hung between the buildings. The birds thrived growing to huge proportions. People came from all over to see them. They renamed the road Birdcage Walk. Then one day the cages were empty.
(279 Characters)

By Deborah at A Wise Woman’s Journey:
Caged Souls
Caged souls
that…
cannot sing
lying in wait
for release
whilst in the
midst of their
dark season
of healing
and their
broken wings
are mended
to fly
far and beyond
the pain that
took their life
and become
the lyrics
that sing
to the other
caged souls
that are
lying in wait
lifting their spirits
and filling them
with hope
to carry
them through
until…
it is their time
to fly
far and beyond
the pain
that killed them.

By John at Broadsides:
Noah was concerned. His plan to have a male and female of every species of bird that flew across the earth was getting out of hand.. He was going to need a bigger boat.

By Ron at Read 4 Fun:
Birds Twitter
The narrow streets protected the cages from sound wave attacks. EMP had destroyed all digital technology in the first few hours. Then came the bio attacks that killed so many humans. Now all communication was by carrier birds. Like the past, the bird was the word. Big Bird rules.
280 characters

By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
It was a huge turnout for the inaugural “Invisible Hot Air Balloon Convention.”
The baskets had to be in the form of bird cages, but otherwise there were no restrictions. Balloons could be any shape and size, and colour.
Everyone was ecstatic.
Me, I just couldn’t see the attraction!
(279 characters)

By Graham at Graham is Just My Name:
The Bird Liberators are hanging empty cages in all major cities this weekend to remind us that caging has been a criminal offence since 2028.
Their leader, Robin Perch, announced a rebrand, as the RoboBird Liberators, following a recent rise in the popularity of Robobird cagings. (279 characters)

By Deb at Twenty Four:
She had high hopes when she saw the advert, two bedroom townhouse close to transport and the city centre and it was at a price tag even she could afford.
Now though, as she looked out of the window, the last comment made a disturbing kind of sense.
Must not own a bird.
Yep.
(273 characters)

By Sadje at Keep It Alive:
It certainly made a statement, as was his aim. All these empty birdcages suspended between the alley walls. He got lot of coverage in the social media for this stunt. When the big new network interviewed him and ask the rationale behind this he told them that this represented the soul of the society.
Character count; 243

By Linda Lee at Charmed Chaos:
Vanished
The wee ones had never seen a bird, or heard their lilting songs. But Claire remembers well. Brilliant feathers, in all the colors of the rainbow. Haunting melodies that carried on the wind night and day. And then, they were gone, vanished in thin air, and the world fell silent.

By JP at The Wide-Eyed Wanderer:
The Ebony Wisps
The Ebony Wisps had sharp talons and needle-like teeth. They feared only one thing, birds. The children strung open cages between the buildings inviting the birds to come. The birds loved the new homes and twittered merrily away while dive bombing any Wisp that came within reach.
character count 280

By Tina at Tina Stewart Brakebill:
Empty Cages
No one saw them come. They just appeared overnight. Cages. Thousands of them, millions probably. Everywhere. We stared. Pointed. Hypothesized. Made bets on what had been inside, where they had run off to. Nobody guessed the cages weren’t really empty. Until it was too late.


So…a little bird told me…not really, I just wanted to use that line. Well done everyone. Welcome new tweeters! Thank you to everyone who gave last week’s challenge a go. For this week a Photo prompt by Marc Schäfer at Unsplash.com that begs an answer. “Things I wanted to say…but never did.” You could tell a proper tale with unspoken, spoken dialog, a tale of regret…or if you’re game, this is your chance to get something off your chest. No diatribes allowed, mind you…you only have 280 characters to spill those beans. At any rate have fun! I’m listening…And I’ll see you at the roundup!


Twittering Tales #130 – 2 April 2019

Photo by Marc Schäfer at Unsplash.com

You Had Me At…

I could never bring myself to say it. There were so many opportunities. Times we passed in the hall. That rainy day I held the door as you rushed by, damp hair smelling of cologne. Rememember? Why would you. Now I’m left to wonder what might have been if only I’d said ‘hello’.

~kat

277 Characters

p.s. I loathe WP’s new “wonderful blocks”. It makes doing summary posts a nightmare! Just saying. Rant over! Happy Tweeting!