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Serendipity

A Cleave Poem for Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge “Message in a Bottle” with the prompt words: ethereal, placid, meander, forget, silver.

A cleave poem is three poems in one. To read it, start with the first “column” (in plain text) from top to bottom, then read the second (in bold italics), and finally read each line all the way across. In this Cleave poem there are two stories to tell, worlds apart until the message in a bottle connects them. It is serendipitous! 🙂


I found your message do you think of me?
as I meandered along the placid sea I know you are there
under the silver moon somewhere in the ethereal mist
I have sensed your presence forever so I wrote my heart
visiting my dreams, azure strokes of ink on parchment
your kisses on the cool breeze trusting destiny’s providence
waves caressing my feet to deliver this message
as the sun sets past the horizon on some distant shore
where you wait…and now I wait.

kat ~ 18 May 2016


Fear of Falling

156-05-may-15th-2016“Will you PLEASE get off the floor Sarah!?”

“I’m good. Really! How much longer?”

“We’re almost there. But you’re missing the view. If you could just slide up onto the seat…”

“Nope! I told you, I’m good. Take pictures.”

It was not going the way Nick envisioned it. The banner was coming into view on the hillside. Everyone could see it. Everyone, that is, but Sarah, whose fear of heights had sent her into a panic.

Frustrated, Nick took a photo on his phone, then dropped to the floor where Sarah sat with her arms wrapped around her knees.

He held the phone for her to see.

“Will you Marry Me, Sarah?” the banner said.

Sarah looked at the phone, at Nick, and then at the other passengers, whose faces were beaming with anticipation. When she looked back at Nick, he was holding a ring in his other hand.

She shook her head. “I hate you, you know! But yes…YES! I will marry you!” Everyone cheered!

Nick smiled, holding her close as he leaned in whispering, “I guess this means my idea to exchange our vows in a hot air balloon is a bust…”

kat  ~ 18 May 2016
(194 Words)

Flash Fiction for Sunday’s Photo Fiction Challenge prompted by the photo above. To read more click HERE.


Thesaurus Scamper


For Haiku Horizons’ weekly challenge prompt: skip.

Bolt, skedaddle, flit
hippety-hop, ricochet,
or simply say, “skip”!

kat ~ 16 May 2016


Trophic – Friday’s Word of the Day Haiku

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Happy Friday! Today’s Dictionary.com Word of the Day is Trophic. I don’t think I have ever heard this word before. Though I am familiar with trophic levels as they relate to the steps in the food chain. So it is likely that may have seen it in the course of my biology studies. At any rate, it is an adjective.

The Oxford Dictionary defines Trophic as:
1
Relating to feeding and nutrition.

1.1Physiology (Of a hormone or its effect) stimulating the activity of another endocrinegland.

Origin
Late 19th century: from Greek trophikos, from trophē ‘nourishment’, from trephein ‘nourish’.

The definition above tests the limits of my left brain! When I set about to research the word, the term, trophic “levels” kept coming up, complete with PICTURES. Now THIS, I can wrap my right-skewed brain around. Thank goodness! Or I might never have been able to wrangle a haiku out of the word. I give you then… Trophic in Haiku…with pictures. 🙂

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Breaking the Food Chain

Human consumers
top food chain trophic levels
unless they’re vegan.

kat ~ 13 May 2016


Peahen Impostor 

For Jane Dougherty’s weekly poetry challenge prompted by this painting and these words: indigo, cry, night bird, fleeting, forbidden. I decided to tell a story using a Kyrielle Sonnet.

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She waits for dusk’s indigo sky
listening for the peafowl’s cry
then to the summit she ascends
Night Bird’s come to woo their hen.

Donning her discreet disguise
Simple brown frock to temp their eyes
Iris plumed, a fair peahen
Night Bird’s come to woo their hen.

So to glimpse their fanning bluster
forbidden glen where peacocks muster,
with long-stemmed flowers she pretends
Night Bird’s come to woo their hen.

She waits for dusk’s indigo sky
Night Bird’s come to woo their hen.

kat ~ 12 May 2016