
but for a few
faded old pictures,
I would never have
remembered those times
we were brilliant, dazzling souls
devouring life with feverish joy…
who are these smiling ghosts
staring at me, who wasted
their youth chasing after time…
~kat

but for a few
faded old pictures,
I would never have
remembered those times
we were brilliant, dazzling souls
devouring life with feverish joy…
who are these smiling ghosts
staring at me, who wasted
their youth chasing after time…
~kat

remember me?
fragrant first bloom
on thorny pedicle
purest petals, unfurled
remember me when the wind
whispers you away
~kat

Spathiphyllum
from amidst the lush
fair lover of dark places
a lily that is not a lily
flame-like spathe raised
in fickle surrender, peace
in season, ever fleeting
~kat
I live in the city and work in an office from 8:39 am to 5:00 pm…or later…



…but my true place in this world can be found midst the trees and the misty hollows, near bubbling streams and on the shores of the sea. This is where I go to reconnect…










we hide in bubbles
existence, isolated
chiming in with those
who fancy our delusions
safety is an illusion
~kat~
For Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge, prompt words: Belong: Exist, Chime & Dream: Bubble, Fancy, Delusion, Illusion.