
…to a leaf
like a tiny tree
emulating her mother
root to trunk to branches, she
clings through the summer,
green, to blush when autumn kisses her
~kat

…to a leaf
like a tiny tree
emulating her mother
root to trunk to branches, she
clings through the summer,
green, to blush when autumn kisses her
~kat

…to a fountain pen
bleeding peacock blue
words in fluid cursive scroll
inspiration from the muse
written bits of soul
empty sheets of parchment rendered whole
~kat
For February I’ll be focusing on the ordinary (as in ordinary, everyday people, places, or things) using a new form I am calling a Horatiodet. See what I did there? It’s a portmanteau that combines the words Horacian+Ode+et. A Horatiodet is a total of 5 lines, syllable count: 5-7-7-5-9 / rhyme scheme: ababb. In other words, it is a short Horacian Ode (only one stanza), a form based on the style of Horace, Quintus Horatius Flaccus (December 8, 65 BC – November 27, 8 BC), the leading Roman lyric poet during the time of Augustus.

let us see past our differences,
shedding assumptions, labels, names
the things we need are all the same
love, compassion, significance
shedding assumptions, labels, names
let us see past our differences
~kat

the dopplers never lie to us
save yourselves a tempest’s coming
panic surges and then nothing
a spot of rain for all this fuss
save yourselves a tempest’s coming
the dopplers never lie to us
~kat
So…true story. I live in a mid-Atlantic state. When the weather forecasters utter the “s” words, snow…sleet…people here panic. Now I grew up in Chicago and it’s suburbs, so I’m not used to this sort of thing. We learned how to drive in the stuff as teenagers. Not here. The prospect of an inch or two of snow followed by freezing rain and plummeting temperatures causes all manner of mayhem. Schools and businesses close. Store shelves are depleted of milk and bread and if you happen to be at work when the stuff starts coming down there is a steady shuffle to the parking lot to get home before it gets bad. I know, because my cubicle is situated at the exit door.
Yesterday was one such weather event day. Just after noon a light rain started. My desk is near a window so there was an occasional glance over my shoulder to assess the situation. “Here it comes!” said one onlooker. “You need to get out and home before it gets bad,” said another. “Don’t stay too late.” “Be careful out there.” By now the schools had closed, so the parents were the first to escape danger. Then the rest of the staff made their way out into the tempest, which after an hour or so, had passed. The sky was bright blue with a few soft wisps of white. But the weather forecasters had told us to expect up to two inches of snow. One can’t be too careful you know. It all made me laugh!
As for me, I stayed on to the end of my shift. I got a lot of work done. No interruptions. And when it was time to go, I was rewarded with the most beautiful red sky sunset.
So that is what inspired my Biolet today. There were still rumblings if doom uttered today. It’s supposedly going to be very cold, not as cold as those North of us are facing, but cold. It is winter after all. This too shall pass. 😄🤣😄
Capitalist Mantra
just do it, because you’re worth it
let your fingers do the walking
have it your way, now you’re talking
you deserve a break…lovin’ it
let your fingers do the walking
just do it, because you’re worth it
~kat