monsters don’t hide in closets, under beds, or in the shadows these days

they prance around in broad daylight, terrorizing people with lies
leaving the scariest sounds of the night to katydids, screech owls, and cicadas

they spew their venom across airwaves, where it burrows into our brains
some monsters spend hours polishing their arsenals, obsessing
daring ‘them’ to step over their imaginary, invisible, red line

~kat~

The Cherita

A 6 line poem in three separate stanzas, a single line, a couplet, then a tercet.
Each stanza is a complete strophe
The line lengths are at the poets’ discretion
The poem should be presented, centered and untitled.
It should be imagistic and concise.

they say there’s a hurricane gaining strength off the coast

nice place to visit, the coast…
I planted my soul inland, on higher ground

far from the storm’s jagged pathway, off the beaten rut
atop a foothill shaded beneath the pines where the wind sings, 
and where swelling creeks giggle over rocks when it rains
 

~kat~

The Cherita

A 6 line poem in three separate stanzas, a single line, a couplet, then a tercet.
Each stanza is a complete strophe
The line lengths are at the poets’ discretion
The poem should be presented, centered and untitled.
It should be imagistic and concise.

reality

is not subjective
but who can say

what is truly real
when gaslights endlessly flicker
in the darkness

~kat~

The Cherita

A 6 line poem in three separate stanzas, a single line, a couplet, then a tercet.
Each stanza is a complete strophe
The line lengths are at the poets’ discretion
The poem should be presented, centered and untitled.
It should be imagistic and concise.