
sometimes the abyss
is a pool of black water,
deep, its skin like glass
capturing reflections of
innocence slipping away
~kat~
A Tanka for Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge, this week’s ekphrastic photo prompt courtesy of Diana Peach.

sometimes the abyss
is a pool of black water,
deep, its skin like glass
capturing reflections of
innocence slipping away
~kat~
A Tanka for Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge, this week’s ekphrastic photo prompt courtesy of Diana Peach.
only one
in the end there is only one
left standing in the widening breach
to mend our brokenness, to reach
out, lead, to show us how it’s done
by example, in compassion
only one, though some may cast doubt
one will be raised up, one cast out
just like the seasons come and go
every four years change comes, you know
democracy, where each vote counts
when chaos lingers
we trust our higher angels
to restore balance
~kat
For Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge – Prompt word: One/A-Line Rhyme combined with this week’s Haiku Poetry Challenge – Prompt Words: First (higher)/Heal (restore).

grace enough
there is grace
more than enough grace
to hold us
through the night
whether or not we believe
the dawn is coming
~kat
A Shadorma for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday Synonyms Only Challenge – Prompt Words: Imagine/Believe & Gratitude/Grace.
Shadorma
• 6 lines per stanza
• Per-line syllabic pattern = 3 / 5 / 3 / 3 / 7 / 5
• No restrictions on number of stanzas
• No rhyme scheme or prohibitions against rhyme
• No restrictions on title length

we winter in hope
when the last leaf has fallen
and the blue, crisp and clear, is revealed
behind a tangled web of exposed branches
we can cling to the promise of spring
buds of hope waiting to bloom anew
~kat
A Gogyohka for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday – Poet’s Choice Prompt.

and the count continues…
there seems to be no end in sight
conspirators wait at the gate
provoked by lies, aroused by hate
sycophants brace for one last fight
while others try to do what’s right
we wait, we angst, we bite our nails,
holding our breath, we can’t exhale
but it will all be over soon
we’ll soon be rid of this buffoon
with any luck he’ll land in jail
the cold air is thin
naked tree limbs poke the sky
leaves fall letting go
~kat
For Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge – Prompt Word: EXHALE – C-Line Rhyme, combined with the Weekly Haiku Challenge – Prompt Words: COLD/FALL.