
just a number
to
measure
life only
in years denies
the true value of a life fully lived
~kat
Poetry form for the month of May: Tetractys/5 lines/syllable count 1-2-3-4-10.

just a number
to
measure
life only
in years denies
the true value of a life fully lived
~kat
Poetry form for the month of May: Tetractys/5 lines/syllable count 1-2-3-4-10.
Being silly today. It was one of those crazy days! 🤪

don’t just stand there
if
you can
then you should
or at least try
‘cause you could be the only one who would
~kat
Poetry form for the month of May: Tetractys/5 lines/syllable count 1-2-3-4-10.

in the fog
things
are not
what they seem
but memories
inform our steps to guide us through the haze
~kat
Poetry form for the month of May: Tetractys/5 lines/syllable count 1-2-3-4-10.

all is futile
the mind
sometimes
breaks, but
bone and flesh
search for more;
all are trapped
by fate,
nothing else
~kat
A Blackout poem inspired by this amazing poem by Charles Bukowski, “Alone With Everybody”:
Alone With Everybody
by Charles Bukowski
the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break (s)
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.
there’s no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.
nobody ever finds
the one.
the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill
nothing else
fills.

eternity
it’s
a great
mystery…
eternity’s
not a destination, it’s a circle
~kat
Poetry form for the month of May: Tetractys/5 lines/syllable count 1-2-3-4-10.