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Forgive and Forget – NaPoWriMo 2017 #30


Forgive and Forget
(A Cleave Poem)

forgive | forget
seventy times seven | and risk repeating history
for forgiveness is a virtue | for if we ignore
we forgive | the lessons of the past
not for others | we are the ones
deserving of forgiveness | who will suffer
but we forgive | the consequences
to set ourselves free | of our arrogance
from the bonds | doomed to repeat and learn
of the offense | the hard way
so we can | again and again
forget the pain | and hopefully, forgive ourselves

~kat

NaPoWriMo 2017 #30 – a Cleave poem for this, the last prompt, to write about something that happens again and again. 

(A Cleave poem is three poems in one. Read the first “column” top to bottom; the second “column” top to bottom and finally read each line across top to bottom.)


Dead Fish – A Haiku

photo by Clay Knight via Unsplash

the fish are dying
their ecosystem poisoned
you know we are next

kat

A Haiku for Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge based on the photo by Clay Knight via Unsplash.


The Resistance – NaPoWriMo 2017 #28


one hundred
days of vile
gaslit haze, of
us versus
them, insane power
plays; let us
never forget who
we are, not just
yet…the resistance is
legion, we’re on
to their treasonous
detours from
reason, the rape
of our resources,
drumbeats of
war by cowardly
twits who build
walls and slam
doors, with disdain
for the outcast the
sick and the
poor…oh let it be
known that we’re
on to their
schtick and
we
will
survive
what these tyrants
contrive, just as others
before us, we’ll settle
the score; let justice
prevail, let the truth
be restored; it’s time
to get tough and
demand to be
heard…
enough is
enough is
enough

~kat

NaPoWriMo 2017 #28 a Skeltonic Verse.


Cottony Sweet – NaPoWriMo 2017 #27 

Photo from Pixabay

a magical confection
sugar spun to perfection

wispy pastel clouds of sweet fluff
kids can’t get enough of this stuff

and who can blame them, I would agree
nothing tastes quite like cotton candy

that sticky first pinch you stuff in your mouth
tingles your tongue as it swiftly dissolves

then syrupy crystals transform into bits
of sweet crunchy morsels…how crazy is this?

oh, nothing can compare to this magical treat
cottony fluff on a rolled paper stick, sticky sweet!

~kat

NaPoWriMo 2017 #27 – a Con-verse (Rhyme scheme: aa,bb,cc,dd,ee/Meter: 7,7,8,8,9,9,10,10,11,11…) for the challenge to write a poem that explores the sense of taste.


The History Assignment

PHOTO PROMPT © Liz Young


“I found it.” Pam whispered.

“What are you whispering for? It’s not like you’re going to wake the dead!” Mark guffawed as he handed her the etching paper and pencil.

“Shhhh. Just give me the paper. I hate graveyards; damn history class!” Pam’s hands shook as she created an etching of the famous headstone.

“Do you believe the legend that says if you rub the headstone the old man will show up?” Mark sneered.

“No! God! Stop it Mark!”

Suddenly the temperature plummeted. Pam whipped around to scold Mark for his incessant laughter, but he was gone.

~kat
(97 Words)

For Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers challenge based on this photo by Liz Young.