we could learn a few things
from bolshie blooms of spring
amidst frost’s icy sting, reverie
~kat
Day 2’s Florescence for Jane Dougherty’s Daily Florescence Challenge.
Category Archives: Challenges and Writing Prompts
Florescence #2
Three Day Quote Challenge Day 3
Day Three of my Three Day Quote Challenge…Quotes about Writing…saving the best for last with this delicious quote from Anais Nin…
So, the rules are
1. Thank the person who nominated you…Thank you Willow <3.
2. Post a quote for three consecutive days (1 quote for each day).
3. Nominate three bloggers each day:
1) Peter at Peter’s Pondering
2) Jan at Strange Goings on in the Shed
3) Michael at Morpethroad
Ode to a Few Books – NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 1
Photo by ninocare at pixabay.com
Ode to a Few Books
There is nothing quite like a book,
hardback, leather or paperbound,
piled high wherever I look,
authors obscure and some, renowned.
Words on fine parchment, glossy, matte,
dog-eared pages to keep my place;
a cup of tea, a purring cat,
a book or two’s, my happy place.
Cases filled to overflowing,
floor to ceiling and wall to wall,
my collection’s ever-growing;
I need more shelves to store them all.
I’ve been told it’s an addiction.
The “h” word, hoarder, has been used.
Tomes of poetry and fiction,
my only vice should be excused.
Every volume is a treasure.
I can’t part with a single one.
Spare me this incessant pressure,
bury them with me when I’m gone!
~kat
Day 1 of NaPoWriMo 2018’s Challenge. Prompt: To write a poem that is based on a secret shame or a secret pleasure.
A Proper Florescence #1 – Take 2
amidst the fescue seas
a pair of blooming trees
hint of spice on the breeze, birds in tryst
~kat
I absolutely mangled my first go at this new form by Jane Dougherty, the Florescence, by completely overlooking the final rhyme. As promised, my do-over. A little more “spicy” than the first, which I like very much! Amazing what comes of following the rules! 😉
Dearest Maxwell – NaPoWriMo 2018
A silly Triolet for NaPoWriMo’s early bird prompt: to write a poem in the form of a love letter. The object of my affection is pictured below, but don’t peak until after you read my poem! 😉
Dear, Sweet Maxwell,
What thoughts rattle in that big head of yours?
Sometimes I think I can hear you thinking,
voice like a whisper; that’s crazy, of course.
What thoughts rattle in that big head of yours?
Well, chatty you’re not, but I could do worse.
You’re a real charmer, happy tail wagging.
What thoughts rattle in that big head of yours?
Sometimes I think I can hear you thinking.
I Love You My Maxi-Poo,
Mama Kat
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