A love like hers is rare and true When first we met, I was a youth She moves me every time she speaks her voice is strong; her thoughts are deep
And when she holds me in her arms I’m overcome by all her charms I love her kisses salty sweet In waves she sweeps me off my feet
Teeming with life, ebbing, flowing Her swelling, swirling, tempest showing She takes my shallow breath away Sink or swim with her I’ll stay
She calls to us from terra’s brink You may just know my love I think And even heard her siren song From over horizon’s edge…beyond
~kat
This is take two for the Day 10 challenge for NaPoWriMo 2023. I had finally completed a proper chantey of several verses and lovely rhymes, and when I tried to copy it, I forgot I was not on my laptop and with one click found myself staring at a “C” …poem gone forever! I hate when that happens. At any rate, I’m tired and it’s been a long stressful day. But I do love the sea. It’s been too long since I dipped my toes in the ocean. I miss her. Sometimes when the winds are strong whipping through the tree leaves it sounds like the ocean crashing into the shore. I close my eyes, imagine the sea, and console myself in those moments.
you don’t hear me when I say I love you I’m paying for the demons of your past after all these years, still you have to ask you can’t believe I’ll stay forever true
I wonder if there’s more that I can do to prove my love, or would it be a waste it’s exhausting when my effort is misplaced it’s worth reminding you what we’ve been through
we’ve seen it all, the better and the worst sickness, yours and mine, and family too adversity, met head on, we two pulled through if I had to choose, you know I’d pick you first
so tell me darling dear, do you love me please spare me all this effort, set me free
~kat
I am not a fan of sonnets. But a challenge is a challenge. Chewed on this all day. Obligatory sonnet penned. Glad this is done.
NaPoWriMo2023 Challenge Day Nine: Sunday Sonnet - write your own sonnet. Incorporate tradition as much or as little as you like – while keeping in general to the theme of “love.”
In general, though, here are the main characteristics that define most sonnets: * Number of Lines: 14 * Meter: Typically iambic pentameter * Rhyme Scheme: Petrarchan (abba abba cde cde or abba abba cdc dcd) or Shakespearean (abab cdcd efef gg), among many others * Unique Qualities: Contains a volta (twist or turn) closer to the end of the sonnet * Common Themes: Typically love and romance but also faith, time, personal emotions, and social/political matters
my mind is a junk drawer it gets me nowhere you know, I feel everything I think you see what I’m saying, Judy, at the Dollar General checkout I’m going home now but not before I check the clearance aisle like I need more crap in my downsized life i just might be a closeted hoarder I’m just kidding (but you’re thinking I’m not) the crazy rant of lunacy and a smile that hides sadness I’ll have you know that I have overcome every adversity, untouched she’s super woman, mistress of her universe they will remember that when I’m gone such brilliant fool who believed she could have it all and died trying c'est la vie “You know you don’t need us,”said the junk on aisle 5 have a nice day Judy, keep the change
~kat
Well…today’s challenge was a bear! (See what I did there? 😊). And it took a very dark turn before I knew what was happening! That said, I feel I must make the following disclaimer …the reference to first person in this poem is a purely fictional representation prompted by the weird list of prompts below…haha! I am definitely not a hoarder, closeted or otherwise, I am certainly no Wonder Woman and I am most definitely a bit “touched”, as they say, by life! So glad we cleared that up from the git-go! 🤪
perfect, lifeless boys in the sunshine dead or dying in this new battlefield in schoolhouses here, where guns are business, this country where we dare not want or mention the poison claiming them in such great numbers
too long in this season is blinding us to what we love
~kat
NaPoWriMo2023 Challenge Day 6: off topic today. Just could wrap my brain around the ask. Soooo….It’s been a while since I wrote a blackout poem. I found this stunning poem by Molly McCully Brown. The title grabbed me right away because I live in Virginia. Her words resonated with me and my own experience here. My take after gleaning from her words resulted in another poem right from the current headlines. I wish it wasn’t 😟
October, I’m dragging the dog away from perfect birds lifeless on the pavement. By the water, boyin dress blues with bayonets, the blistered hulls of boxships. Everything is sunshine. Everything is dead, or dying, and this isn’t a new thought. I grew up here, but farther from the ocean. Each April, they took us to the battlefield, marched us in schoolhouse lines up courthouse steps: here is where the war ended. Never mind that it was fall before the final battleship lowered its flag; never mind that we still haven’t fired the last gun. What business do I have wanting a baby here: in this body where I can’t keep my balance, this country wherewe can’t keep anything alive that needs us, or dares not to, not even the switchgrass pale and starved for groundwater? And still, I do want. I search the news formention of the birds, whatever poison or disease I’m sure is claiming them in such great numbers: meadowlarks, house wrens, chickadees, starlings. Once even a gray gull, pulled open at the chest before we found him, hollowed of his organs. It takes a long time—too long— for me to understand the sun in this season is blinding, and the birds are flying into windows all around me, fourteen stories up. Flying into glass and falling. What we love is rarely blameless. Is it a failure that I wouldn’t trade this brightness? I imagine pointing upward for my daughter: Look, there, how it catches in the changing trees.
there once was a shyster named Don a scammer in chief, a vile con to court he was dragged by a porn star he shagged how climactic, his just denouement!
~kat
A limerick today…straight from the headlines! You can’t make this stuff up! I shouldn’t be enjoying this, but I am. I can’t look away. Not sure I captured the theme…but the past few years have been over the top inappropriate. Hoping this brings a little levity to this absurd train wreck!
NaPoWriMo 2023 Challenge Day 5: write a poem in which laughter comes at what might otherwise seem an inappropriate moment – or one that the poem invites the reader to think of as inappropriate.
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