…to sleep
(no rest for the weary)
just one minute more
grumbling as you hit the snooze
places to be, things to do
get feet to the floor
if you’re not in front, on time, you lose
~kat
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February Poem #5
preservation
preservation
become invisible
like wraiths at the
window, watch
and learn for
there is virtue
in silence and
much to be gleaned
from the elders
who suffer the
perils of a
guilty conscience…
death of desire, hounded
by voices in brimstone
bellowing…these
are the secrets
only children
know…speak
only if spoken to
~kat~
For Mind, Love, Misery Menagerie’s Sunday Writing Prompt: Choose one or more titles and construct a poem or story around it:
Voices in Brimstone
The Dissonant Heart
Wraiths at the Window
Secrets Only Children Know
The Automaton Who Became Self-Aware
The Perils of a Guilty Conscious
The Virtue of Silence
The Crying River
Death of Desire
Eliza Happenstance
Anchored – Manic Mondays
anchored
there’s a fever
anchored to the
rhythm in your chest
a static sonnet
waiting for the night
dust to fire
reflected
in your eyes
~kat
A Blackout or Found Poem for Manic Monday’s Three-Way Prompt. Prompt Word: Anchored; Photo: Above; Song: Almanac by The Acorn (See below with the found poem in bold text).
Almanac
The Acorn
There’s a season in your eyes
and a fever on your breath
you’re anchored to the tide
and the rhythm in your chest
I read the rings and count the city lights
you sing a static sonnet on the dial
you could talk a walk, through the mines
or you could spend all your days
just waiting for the night
the stones that skip, the dust that turns to fire
I see it all reflected in your eyes
Songwriters: DEBUTTE JEFFREY WILFRED ELLIOTT GHISLAIN ALPHOASE D / KLAUSENER ROLF CARLOS / MALECKI THADIUS JEFFREY / TSUI HOWARD HO YAN / JOHNSON PATRICK NOEL
February Poem #4
…to coffee…or tea
morning libation
scalded brew of beans and leaves
cream and sugar, if you please
steeped stimulation,
motivation on this day to seize
~kat
February Poem #3
…to a captive bird
he is very good
at mimicking his captors
dreaming of freedom, rafters,
spreading his wings should
the cage unlatch, come the rapture
~kat
A “Horatiodet”, a new form I created to shorten the Horatian Ode for my daily micropoetry posts. 5 Lines/Syllable Count: 5/7/6/5/9/Rhyme Scheme: a-b-b-a-b.
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