I had just logged out of my work computer, sat down to watch a bit of mindless TV while my dog’s tilapia baked in the oven. Okay, yes I cook for my dogs. Vet’s orders…though… well that’s another story it’s for my sweet Winston who refuses to go out in the rain to do his business without his raincoat Winnie, who has a special blankie and needs to be tucked in at night
anyhoo… where was I?
just finished work got two trays of tilapia into the oven fed the cats (don’t think i mentioned that or the cats) got Winston dressed in his raincoat so he could take a wee plopped down on the recliner sofa in the den turned on a movie then THIS popped up on the big screen…
what follows next is the conversation i had with some AI beaming in via satellite from a galaxy far, far away no doubt just sayin’
been a rough week only Tuesday, you say? rough week
Wha’? Hall-low!
Something’s not quite right. You’re telling me…wait!? How did you know?
Your receiver has not been reset in a while. Well that would explain a few things. It’s been a few years, hasn’t it? What with pandemics, government coups (attempted, alleged, your everyday tour group gone amuck in DC), inflation, wars, mass shootings, crazy people, two presidents (well, one just thinks he’s still the president…and people believe him!) mean, really nasty, hateful people, I must say I don’t miss being out there I don’t miss the office, the gossip, the backbiting, the hour-long commute i thought i was doing fine, adjusting to isola…i mean solitude but maybe it’s affected me just a bit more than i realized
To prevent your system from becoming unstable… Hey! No need to get personal bud!
…and to ensure you have the latest programming and software updates…. great hook! i’m listening… let me guess three easy payments of $9.95, free shipping and double this offer so i can share it with…
…your receiver will be reset in 45 seconds. Ha…wish it was that easy. You’re right. Something’s not quite right…
Most resets take less than 5 minutes. … … … well, i just spent 45 seconds in a conversation with my television i’m not sure 5 minutes is gonna cut it
think i’m gonna go unplug
the microwave just in case
~kat 🤪
NaPoWriMo 2022 - Day 5 Prompt: write a poem about a mythical person or creature doing something unusual – or at least something that seems unusual in relation to that person/creature.
I had fun with this one. Don’t know if it’s a poem…or on topic, but i had fun! 😊
1-This particular ritual is best practiced late evening, an hour or two before bed.
2-First, you must find the leather-bound journal with thick rough-edge, no-line pages that you bought at the mall bookstore on black Friday as a holiday gift to yourself.
2-Rip the cellophane off gently, and fan the pages so you can feel the slightest puff on your face. Close your eyes while savoring the woody aroma of each leaf from cover to cover. Run your fingers along the smooth outer sheath releasing wafts of warm leather.
3-Now fetch your fountain pen with blue peacock resin piston and fine gold nib from the bottom of last year’s purse. You know the one, on the shelf in the walk-in closet, next to the guest towels.
3-Run warm water over chamber to tip letting the ink bleed through your fingers; watch it swirl ‘round the drain of your white porcelain sink.
4-Unpack a fresh cartridge of serenity blue ink and load it into the barrel, popping it into nib unit.
5-Ready-set-not so fast! You need to set the mood…candlelight - one or two candles, three even better.
6-Set the diffuser to continuous flow. Add a drop or two of your favorite essential oil.
7- Make yourself a cup of jasmine tea with honey, and settle into your writing spot.
8–Write the date on the upper right corner of the first page or your journal.
9-and wait…
10-and wait…
11-Give your poem at least an hour to percolate.
12-If it is dawdling, curse the Muse, blow out the candles one by one, turn off the diffuser, place your writing instrument diagonally across your notebook, lock the outer doors and settle into bed.
13-When, at 3 am, the witching hour, you are roused from a deep slumber, words spinning, bouncing off the sides of your skull…before your brain turns to mush. grab your smart phone and tap the words onto the screen. This is your poem.
~kat
NaPoWriMo 2022- Day 4 Prompt: write a poem . . . in the form of a poetry prompt. What a fun little exercise this was!
it is too horrible to bear the evil rained on innocents by megalomaniacs bent on spreading terror everywhere women and children, they don’t care the world sees with open eyes the fire falling from the skies the cities leveled, sirens sound while families huddle underground this is how democracy dies
close your eyes and ears act like everything’s okay… enough! i cannot
~kat
Napowrimo 2022 Day Three - Off Topic. I just couldn’t bring myself to lift entire stanzas of work from another poet. I know what it’s like to bleed for those words and lines that fit together just so. I gave it a go, spent hours perusing anonymous’ poems and public domain listings…but my initial feeling was the same. It is unlike blackout poetry where one lifts a random word here and there to create something new. And so here is a late entry for the third day, on a matter that tears at my heart, as it must for many of you. Peace to you…oh let there be peace.
The poetry forms i’m using here are the Décima and Haibun.
The view from my front porch…how I love this place! -kat 2022
vernal vespers
hush, ‘tis evensong day’s fiery dénouement sol’s final glisk
~kat
NaPoWriMo2022 - Day 2 Prompt: write a poem based on a word featured in a tweet from Haggard Hawks, an account devoted to obscure and interesting English words. My word of choice: Glisk.
“Darling, dinner’s at 8,” George called to his wife of twenty-two years, we don’t want to be late.”
“Almost ready,” she winked, sashaying by, “I couldn’t resist, was on sale, what you think?”
As he glanced at his watch, George thought to himself, ‘Don’t say it Rita….please don’t…there she goes!’
“Does it make me look fat?” Rita blurted, fluttering her lashes while striking a pose.
Any gentleman will tell you it’s a no win situation… a trap that few escape unscathed!
“I love the color Rita; how it brings out your eyes, it’s new you say? And your hair…like it swept off your beautiful face in that way. Always love that perfume how it wafts through the room…”
“Geooorrrge…!”
“Are those new shoes? I hope they’re comfortable. Can’t have them pinching your toes while we dance, come now, let’s go.”
Rita shifted her pose, tapped her foot on the floor, and side-eyed this lovely man she adored. “You didn’t answer my question…!”
George squirmed, ‘oh hell,’ he thought. “Well…”
“Shhhhhushh, Georgie stop. Don’t answer me that, of course I look fat, no dress can hide that!”
Rita rushed to his side, kissed his shiny bald head. “I love you,” she said.
“And I love you Rita, my beautiful girl,” George smiled, “I’m the luckiest guy in the world.“
~kat
Day One NaPoWriMo 2022 - The idea is to write your own prose poem that, whatever title you choose to give it, is a story about the body. The poem should contain an encounter between two people, some spoken language, and at least one crisp visual image.
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