Monthly Archives: July 2019

Monday with the Muse

turning

turning and turning,
things fall apart,
anarchy is loosed
upon the tide,
and everywhere
innocence
full of passion,
is coming with
a gaze blank and
pitiless, its slow
shadow vexed by
a beast, its hour
come, at last

~kat


A Blackout Poem inspired by the poem, The Second Coming with Yeats as seen below.

The Second Coming
BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Source: The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats (1989)


Kimo Day 22

dust to dust

before dust settles, it lingers a spell,
dancing on warm sunlit streams
by day, moonbeams at night

~kat


Kimo poems are an Israeli version of haikqApparently, there was a need for more syllables in Hebrew. That said, most of the rules are still familiar:
• 3 lines.
• No rhymes.
• 10 syllables in the first line, 7 in the second, and 6 in the third.

Also, the kimo is focused on a single frozen image (kind of like a snapshot). So it’s uncommon to have any movement happening in kimo poems.


Kimo Days 20-21

I took a long weekend road trip (Friday off from work) to reconnect with two dear friends. It had been decades since we three were all together. We live hundreds of miles from each other but we have stayed in touch, thanks, in part, to social media. We rented a small apartment and had tickets for a play, starring the daughter of the youngest of us.

Of course, the weekend was too short. We promised not to let decades pass before connecting in person again. short as it was, every moment was a comfortable reminder of why our friendship has lasted all these years.

So I’m catching things up here tonight, warmed in the afterglow of a too short weekend that was perfect in every way…grateful that I happened to meet these two girls decades ago. We are silly together…we can all just be when we’re together, and that is a rare gift.


there’s never enough time, never enough
weekends crammed with things to do
a work-life balance ruse

but sometimes…sometimes…the chores go undone
we remember why and who
the most important things

~kat


Kimo Day 19

as if no time has passed at all, old friends
can pick up life where they left off
never skipping a beat

~kat


Kimo poems are an Israeli version of haikqApparently, there was a need for more syllables in Hebrew. That said, most of the rules are still familiar:
• 3 lines.
• No rhymes.
• 10 syllables in the first line, 7 in the second, and 6 in the third.

Also, the kimo is focused on a single frozen image (kind of like a snapshot). So it’s uncommon to have any movement happening in kimo poems.


Kimo Day 18

in the South they like to say, “bless your heart”
but don’t let the words fool you
those blessings are daggers

~kat


Kimo poems are an Israeli version of haikqApparently, there was a need for more syllables in Hebrew. That said, most of the rules are still familiar:
• 3 lines.
• No rhymes.
• 10 syllables in the first line, 7 in the second, and 6 in the third.

Also, the kimo is focused on a single frozen image (kind of like a snapshot). So it’s uncommon to have any movement happening in kimo poems.


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