instinct
not love, but instinct
keeps the mother bird nested
dawn to dusk, all night
day after day, and instinct
drives the fledglings to leave her
~kat
Monthly Archives: May 2020
instinct
mornings like this
mornings like this
on mornings like this, roused by the dawn
dreams fade away like mist o’er the swale
there’s no sleeping in, no lingering
the birds in the trees break into song
squirrels scamper, the hinds are grazing,
staying in bed right now would be wrong
wafts of fresh coffee swirl in the air
bleary-eyed, give it a stretch and a yawn
feet to the floor, breathe deeply, exhale
there’s no sleeping in, no lingering
the days won’t wait, in a blink they’re gone
~kat
Magic 11 poem – my variation on the Magic 9 poem, a 9-line poem that doesn’t have any rules as far as meter or subject matter–just a rhyme scheme: abacadaba. Enter the Magic 11 abracadabra poem with the r’s intact, placeholders for a refrain. Rhyme scheme: abRacadabRa. (R for the refrain).
social media jungle
social media jungle
my Instagram is filled with names
of voyeurs that I do not know
prospective followers of mine
but I’m not sure they’re who they claim
with avatars from photo stock
and handles oft’ misspelled and lame
it could well be that they are bots
ill-intentioned moles whose aim
is not in my best interest, trolls,
prospective followers of mine
denied, I’m on to their deceptive game
~kat
(Thank goodness for screening filters!)
Magic 11 poem – my variation on the Magic 9 poem, a 9-line poem that doesn’t have any rules as far as meter or subject matter–just a rhyme scheme: abacadaba. Enter the Magic 11 abracadabra poem with the r’s intact, placeholders for a refrain. Rhyme scheme: abRacadabRa. (R for the refrain).
orderly implosion
orderly implosions
i can’t help myself, it’s an obsession, yes, i know
it’s compulsive, my behavior; sometimes I wonder why
i need perfection, order in my life for all to see
alphabetized, categorized, everything in perfect rows
cds, movies, books, the cupboard, artwork on the walls
pillows on the sofa, angled corners, set just so
it makes me feel safe when things around me are in place
but some would say it’s crazy, that it’s really all for show
especially when I know that I’m a mess, I can’t deny
i need perfection, order in my life for all to see
order, managed chaos softs the blow if I implode
~kat
Magic 11 poem – my variation on the Magic 9 poem, a 9-line poem that doesn’t have any rules as far as meter or subject matter–just a rhyme scheme: abacadaba. Enter the Magic 11 abracadabra poem with the r’s intact, placeholders for a refrain. Rhyme scheme: abRacadabRa. (R for the refrain).
normal
normal
it’s a distant memory now, how it was back then
when winning was all that mattered; that, and being right
we called it normal; normal? it was anything but that,
the whole world was divided, oh I remember when
the walls between us widened, fueled by fear and hate,
opinions were closely guarded, so as not to offend
the tender ears of faithless fools and blind-eyed sycophants,
with loyalties divided, we lost family and friends
who’d have thought a virus would make us see the light
we called it normal; normal? it was anything but that
it took a tragedy for our broken hearts to mend
~kat
Magic 11 poem – my variation on the Magic 9 poem, a 9-line poem that doesn’t have any rules as far as meter or subject matter–just a rhyme scheme: abacadaba. Enter the Magic 11 abracadabra poem with the r’s intact, placeholders for a refrain. Rhyme scheme: abRacadabRa. (R for the refrain).
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