Merlin will be 100 in cat years in a few short months a mischievous imp he is with fading eyes and random patches of gray, a toothless mouth that pouts when he mews, but he still wears his tuxedo coat like a regal gentleman who dines on pâté while demanding the servitude of his ever-devoted human
(that would be me)
of course i comply to his every whim i’m a sucker for soft fur, and deep rhythmic purrs mesmerized by the dark flecks in his green eyes deep as wells and by the trust implied by his gaze having tested me these twenty-one years
~kat
Na/GloPoWriMo 2022 - Day 24 Prompt: write a poem in which you describe something with a hard-boiled simile. Feel free to use just one, or try to go for broke and stuff your poem with similes till it’s . . . as dense as bread baked by a plumber, as round as the eyes of a girl who wants you to think she’s never heard such language, and as easy to miss as a brass band in a cathedral.
Now I don’t know if my similes are all that, (as mentioned in the examples above), but I did manage to pen a few. They say one should always write what one knowS. I guess you could say I know my subject quite well, like an old friend he is…my gentleman kittie, Merlin.
never send cut flowers to the grieving eventually they wilt wither and die a dismal reminder of their beloved departed
it’s a cruel thing to do don’t you see
but if you must send something green a lovely potted plant filled with buds on the cusp of blooming or a tree one that’s hearty and strong a tribute a celebration of life a reminder that life goes on
~kat
Na/GloPoWriMo2022 Day 23 Prompt: write a poem in the style of Kay Ryan, whose poems tend to be short and snappy – with a lot of rhyme and soundplay. They also have a deceptive simplicity about them, like proverbs or aphorisms.
Auguste Renoir Odalisque 1870, oil on canvas at the National Gallery in Washington, D.c.
A Friend, A Job, A Painting, A Lie
just the other day i ran into an old friend her name? well i couldn’t say… i remembered then we were close once, as she walked away
night shift at Denny’s i kept cups filled with coffee serving strangers for pennies and kept company with other odd night owls like me
intoxicating her dark eyes piercing my soul provocatively posing she draws me in close ensnared by her charm, she swallows me whole
it’s just a white lie you’re just trying to be nice so look ‘em straight in the eye don’t let them ask twice bend the truth a bit, that’s my advice
~kat
Na/GloPoWriMo 2022 Day 21 Prompt: write a poem in which you first recall someone you used to know closely but are no longer in touch with, then a job you used to have but no longer do, and then a piece of art that you saw once and that has stuck with you over time. Finally, close the poem with an unanswerable question.
For today i decided to use the Horatiodet, a short form of the Horatian Ode that I created a few years ago. I wrote a stanza for each part. They don’t really mesh. Not sure if they were supposed to, but it’s on prompt and you get 4 for 1 today! 😊
The Horatiodet is a total of 5 lines, syllable count: 5-7-7-5-9 / rhyme scheme: ababb. In other words, it is a short Horatian Ode (only one stanza), a form based on the style of Horace, Quintus Horatius Flaccus (December 8, 65 BC – November 27, 8 BC), the leading Roman lyric poet.
Not sure what Limburger cheese thinks about how its odiferous essence affects diners, but I have heard that if you can get past the smell, the cheese itself is delightfully nutty and sweet! Adding “Try Limburger cheese at least once before I die…even if it kills me!” to my bucket list. heehee!
A Cheesy Limerick
From the Duchy of Limburg, now Liège hails a much controversial cheese though it smells like foul feet it tastes nutty and sweet slap a slice between rye if you please!
just listen let me talk nod your head give me an uh-hmm or two eye contact…i need eye contact and your time and your attention, your presence i need you to be present
i would do the same if you needed me too you know it’s true i’ve been there for you so i’m hoping it’s not too much to ask at least i hope not
and one more thing, well maybe a few, i don’t need you to fix anything or defend me or get mad or tell me what i should do i’d like to figure that out on my own, as i said all i need you to do is let me talk just listen
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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