“Oooh, I hear her! Choose me, choose me!”
“Dream on Stiletto. She’s going hiking today. You are not a hiker!”
“I can hike, Trekker! You should see me on a runway.”
“Strut maybe. She’s gonna pick me.
Bet you a Choo!”
“You know Choo? Shhhhhh! She’s coming!”
“Wait!!! Flip Flops?!!!”
“Later dudes!”
~kat
52 Words exactly fo Sacha’s 52 Weeks in 52 Words Writespiration Challenge based on this prompt:
Write a day in the life of a pair of shoes – your protagonist IS the shoes.
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‘Troy passed away in one high funeral gleam,
And Usna’s children died.’ – W.B. Yeats
Now is Not the Time…
the burning stench of liquid iron, oozing
clouds of ether, billowing from hell’s hot gate
midst crimson pools of life on pews, congealing
silent screams of innocents who met a too soon fate
with cool resign they sacrifice the children
offering thoughts and prayers as consolation
while coddling the vain and self-indulgent
as more blood spills they crush all condemnation
it makes no sense, this detour from all reason
building up tall walls just keep monsters inside
until this ends, the meek remain in season
don’t believe them when they say they care…they lie
~kat
Not sure what style of poem this is. It started out at a Rispetto, but I had more to say that two stanza’s would allow. So here it is then, a modified verse that rhymes and plods along in an iambic cadence some 11 syllables per line. Of course this is the ninth day of Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats. Today’s inspiration comes once again from‘The Rose of the World’ by W.B. Yeats.
pressed impressions of
folioles and rose petals
between leather-bound
leaves of pulpy cellulose,
harvested fronds from the fall
fading memories
once fragrant, verdant, now parched
crumbling to dust
~kat
A Tanka/Senryu combination poem for Colleen’s Poetry Tuesday Challenge, this week’s prompt words and their synonyms are: Autumn: fall; harvest, and Leaves: fronds; folioles.
‘The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;’ -W.B.Yeats
Remembering We
she’s bleeding out in back-wood hollows
where stone monuments honor fools
raging from coal soot nostrils
pale faced freedom fighters
who stand for anthems
and love Jesus
on Sundays
yet fear
death
but
slowly
they come forth,
silenced voices
like seed pods bursting,
innocence reborn to
overwhelm the bloody mess
and hope’s pursuit of happiness,
people who remember they are we
~kat
A Nonet/Reverse Nonet* For Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats – Day Eight Challenge inspired by the verse above from the poem ‘The Second Coming’ by W.B. Yeats.
*A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second line eight syllables, the third line seven syllables, etc… until line nine finishes with one syllable.
‘…stars, grown old
In dancing silver-sandalled on the sea,
Sing in their high and lonely melody.’ -W.B.Yeats
cool nor-eastern zephyr whispers
evening vespers
autumn drifting
seasons shifting
leaves of yellow, orange and red
settle in beds
windswept and tossed
wilted by frost
learning the art of letting go
the ebb and flow
arrested breath
beautiful death
~kat
A Minute Poem (8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables. The rhyme scheme is as follows: aabb, ccdd, eeff) for Jane Dougherty’s A Month With Yeats – Day Seven. Today’s verse,shown above, are from ‘To the Rose Upon the Rood of Time’ by W.B. Yeats.
like mercury colliding... 