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restless

restless

it’s never really quiet here
not even in the late, late night
my heart beat thumps inside my ears
it’s never really quiet here
is it ghosts, god, or me I hear
the words so many words to write
it’s never really quiet here
not even in the late, late night

~kat


NaPoWriMo2023 Challenge – Day 4: Today, let’s try writing triolets. A triolet is an eight-line poem. All the lines are in iambic tetramenter (for a total of eight syllables per line), and the first, fourth, and seventh lines are identical, as are the second and final lines. This means that the poem begins and ends with the same couplet. Beyond this, there is a tight rhyme scheme (helped along by the repetition of lines) — ABaAabAB.


Sunday’s ReVerse poem – 2 April 2023

Normally, I would use this space to comment on the lines gleaned from the last several weeks of writing…but I have chores to do, mouths to feed and several souls to keep. 

Suffice to say, I am determined to write as often as I am able. It is my peace in the storm. I need these words more than you know. And it is a bonus when they manage to fall into place and resemble a poem! So…that said, that’s all I have right now…back to care taking, taking care to dribble a few lines now and again, keeping my own questionable sanity in check!

Peace to you my friends. Be kind above all things. Oh, how this world needs kindness.

Sunday’s ReVerse poem - April 2, 2023

I have words, so many words
weary from these long, long nights
heaven enfolds me
winter’s end is near
it’s power they crave…and your soul
until all that’s left
to rouse us at dawn
on fire with fever
murmuring sweet poetry
I know…whatever…
I heard the sky is falling

~kat

A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. 

what it is

what it is

an elusive voyeur in the darkness
heaven, heavy with tears
is a rolling stone sculptor
the impossible longing of wistful souls
it is neither here nor there
it is the butterfly you missed in passing
it is hungry bellies and disturbed minds
the inability to accept reality; to let go
the fruit of one’s labor unrealized
it is incessant wishfulness
the inevitable consequence of chaos
it is the primal rhapsody of humanity

~kat

NaPoWriMo Day Two Challenge: to craft a poem from my surreal definitions of the words listed below. Amazingly, these random “definitions” created something rather breathtaking. Great Challenge!

owl
fog
river
miracle
mercurial
elusive
thunder
ghost
acorn
longing
truffle
song

it’s elemental

(a five-part Magnetic Poetry poem using the Nature kit) 

it’s elemental

if i was the wind
i would breathe through you
murmuring sweet poetry and
gently toss your hair
only to hear you sigh

if i was the rain
I would sweeten your
garden with lovely wetness
only to see you grow wild
and verdant, glistening in the sun

if i was the earth
brown and fertile beneath you
i would make a soft bed of
thick moss in the cool dark
so you can rest your soul
when this world is too much

if i was the sun
i would blanket you
in warmth, in pure love,
from dawn to dusk and
even through the night,
the moon shining bright

in wind and rain, earth
and fiery sun, always
know that i am here
gently loving you with
all that i am

~kat

warm wet…fever

warm wet…fever

it’s that time
of year when
spring swoops in

warm

breezes that smell
of musk and life
simmering just
below the loam

wet

air that makes me wish
i’d worn less today
my skin sweating from
the heat, my core
on fire with fever

~kat

Another Cadae. I love this poetry form! The weather wtoday is quite balmy. A calm before a storm heading our way. As I type hornets that have roused from their boroughs are swirling around me with their incessant buzzing. I’m sure they are just as happy as me that spring is ever near, but they add a bit of drama to my attempt to soak in the sun and rest for a spell. 🙄