this cat in shadow play,
most weekends start this way,
might linger til mid-day, it’s my bliss
~kat
Florescence Day 14 for Jane. It’s a typical Saturday here in the ‘Noke (short for Roanoke), lounging past dawn into noon, writing poetry in my pj’s, my cat Casey perched in her spot chasing squirrel and bird shadows. On to the magnets to confer with my muse and then a try at the latest NaPoWriMo Challenge. I could get used to this. ❤️
Idiomiotic
(yes it’s a made up word…😜…do not try this at home!)
well, it’s always something, except when it’s not
for your two cent’s worth, I’ll give you a penny
what a deal, it’s a steal, a real bargain that’s hot,
hook, line and sinker, want more? I’ve got plenty
yes, I could go on and on, with this row,
spinning these idioms, ad hoc, ad nauseum
I’ll toss some cliches in the mix you might know,
or not, I can flip flop, flop flip with the best of them
but it’s getting late and it’s been a long week
it’s time to wind down, calm things down for the night
count my blessings, count sheep, pray my soul to keep
it’s a nightmare just waiting to happen, sleep tight
no witching hour wake up haunts at 3 a.m.
adrift on soft clouds, undisturbed R.E.M.
cause it’s always something, except when it’s not
tired, exhausted, this poem’s not my best
if there was a prompt for today, I forgot
you can thank me later, I’ll give it a rest!
~kat
Coined a few, perhaps a few too many, idioms for today’s NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 13 Prompt: write a poem in which the words or meaning of a familiar phrase get up-ended.
there’s a lovely stillness
on this windless, cloudless
azure day, sun-fluoresced, frost-nipped air
~kat
For Jane Dougherty’s Daily Poem Challenge, a Florescence. And this, another look outside my window. The world just beyond the pane.
shy and sweet
oh, she had them fooled
femme fatale
~kat
For Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt: shy & sweet.
Photo-digitally enhanced from BarbaraALane at pixabay.com.
I am a windy city, mid-westerner transplanted in this land of giants, a southern city nestled between looming blue mountain peaks. My home sits under a giant star on a century-old plot steps away from the site of World War victory gardens that have sprouted rows of two-storied townhouses.
I will likely breathe my last here in this place of contradictions; of backwoods red-neckers and modern progressive high-risers, old-timers and Gen Z’s. It’s ironic that I moved here to be closer to my children and grandchildren. I rarely see them, life and busyness nipping at their heels, but I love it here just the same. This strange place, with its lilac-honeysuckle infused breezes, evergreen spaces, magnolia trees and mist-draped hollows, is growing on me. My Chicago twang has noticeably tempered to a smooth southern drawl. Y’all come see me sometime.
pause with me a spell
where sunlight bleeds through pine trees
and mourning doves coo
we’ll sip sweetened tea
and talk about the weather
while nor’easterns swell
~kat
A Haibun/with 2 Senryu for NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 12 Challenge Prompt: write a haibun that takes in the natural landscape of the place you live. It may be the high sierra, dusty plains, lush rainforest, or a suburbia of tiny, identical houses – but wherever you live, here’s your chance to bring it to life through the charming mix-and-match methodology of haibun.
like mercury colliding... 