
pricked by boughs swept
bare, hovering low, the
clouds, drizzle droplets
pitapatting on the fallen leaves
~kat
November’s Daily Poetry form is the Naani – 4 lines, 20-25 syllables in all.

pricked by boughs swept
bare, hovering low, the
clouds, drizzle droplets
pitapatting on the fallen leaves
~kat
November’s Daily Poetry form is the Naani – 4 lines, 20-25 syllables in all.

it is not safe here
if you are other
leave us to our madness
watch us implode
~kat
For November I am exploring the Naani. A Naani poem is a traditional Telugu poetry form. It has 4 lines with total number of syllables between 20 to 25. While the poem does not have to be about a particular subject it is often about human relations or current statements. The word Naani literally means “an expression of one and all”. The form was popularized by the renowned Indian poet Dr N. Gopi.
Happy Hallowe’en!

the haunt begins…appease them with sweets, don’t let them in
~kat
And so ends this month of thirty-one one-liners. Adding an internal rhyme and syllable count to the simple Monostitch proved to be a challenge. I’ve gotten my intrigue with one line poetry out of my system, I am happy to say. Here’s a running loop of the month…a few hits perhaps, but definitely more misses. I’m ready to turn the page on October. Happy Hallowe’en!
A Month in Monostitches
1-
I hearsay, hearsay’s not proof for true seekers of truth.
2-
weaving threads of silken lace she lies in wait and waits
3-
face toward the light so shadows loom behind, out of sight
4-
death interrupts our planned existence in an instant
5-
trust is fragile, easily lost, regained at great cost
6-
saying you believe, but…reveals a mind that is shut
7-
the simplest of pleasures are gifts beyond measure
8-
clusters of cumulus clouds bloom, raindrops to nimbus
9-
he said, she said, stale-mates should try listening instead
10-
enough, enough I say of this rain, rain go away
11-
speaking of it…the weather…we’re a bit under it
12-
tempest remnants scattered in heaps…we sow what we reap
13-
autumn dawning hush, jasmine flush gilds Gaia’s awning
14-15
cool breeze, crickets peeping…the night is set for sleeping
sweet dreams begotten fade to mist at dawn forgotten
16-
a thought for a penny, no more, scores what you pay for
17-
crumbs are not enough to sate the starving doomed by fate
18-
shorter days, growing shadows, a time for letting go
19-
a cool nip frosts the aged leaves cleaving to the trees
20-
when lies become a means to an end nobody wins
21-
take care what you wish for, keep it simple, less is more
22-
first frost, silent dawn, wondering where the crickets have gone
23-
change changes us, we learn to bend; that it’s not the end
24-
pride comes before the fall; the deadliest sin of all
25-
if you think you’re crazy you’re likely not…like a fox
26-
You say maga, I sing la-la, we’ve all gone gaga!
27-
birds on leafless boughs croon underneath a pale moon
28-
when words are not enough it’s best not to make up stuff
29-
descending like frost numbing us, fear and rage and loss
30-
mustn’t be late, and then we wait, it’s the waiting I hate
31-
the haunt begins…appease them with sweets, don’t let them in
~kat

Gone With the Reaper
all have gone…
fear the reaper
they’re gone
men and women
everyday…
my love is gone
she had no fear
she ran to him,
started to fly,
looked backward,
said goodbye,
she had taken
his hand…
the reaper
~kat
For Manic Monday’s 3-Way Prompt: Photo: Above/Word: Reaper/Song (Don’t Fear) The Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult (See blacked out text below)
(Don’t Fear) The Reaper
Blue Öyster Cult
All our times have come
Here but now they’re gone
Seasons don’t fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain, we can be like they are
Come on baby, don’t fear the reaper
Baby take my hand, don’t fear the reaper
We’ll be able to fly, don’t fear the reaper
Baby I’m your man
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Valentine is done
Here but now they’re gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity, Romeo and Juliet
40, 000 men and women everyday, Like Romeo and Juliet
40, 000 men and women everyday, Redefine happiness
Another 40, 000 coming everyday, We can be like they are
Come on baby, don’t fear the reaper
Baby take my hand, don’t fear the reaper
We’ll be able to fly, don’t fear the reaper
Baby I’m your man
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Love of two is one
Here but now they’re gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn’t go on
Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew then disappeared
The curtains flew then he appeared, saying don’t be afraid
Come on baby, and she had no fear
And she ran to him, then they started to fly
They looked backward and said goodbye, she had become like they are
She had taken his hand, she had become like they are
Come on baby, don’t fear the reaper
Songwriters: Donald Roeser
(Don’t Fear) The Reaper lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC