
softly
daubs of hydrogen
and oxygen times two
raining
life, encapsulated
in droplets, bursting
~kat~

softly
daubs of hydrogen
and oxygen times two
raining
life, encapsulated
in droplets, bursting
~kat~

vision obscured
ice frosted
opaqueness
glaring
diffused light
driving blind
~kat~

black crow, cackles,
buzzards prowl, circling
predators in black on blue
cars swerve around roadkill,
a heap of fur, unrecognizable,
its death vapors rising
~kat~
I swerved ’round a dead skunk on the road this morning on my way to work, slightly smashed from tire treads, a fluff of black, red and white. The sky natives were restless. And so, another Cherita documenting life on the edge of drear.
I created a collage of the things I love most about the eclectic valley in the Blue Ridge Mountains that I call home. The quirky, the sprawling city with a small town vibe, the artsy culture, the mountain views in every direction and the century old neighborhood where I live….I’m quite fond of my home town. It’s a pretty cool place, and my entry for this week’s Wednesday Photo Challenge, “Tour Guide”.
“Y’all come see us sometime!” I might be heard saying in my Chicago twanged clip (a hint of the Midwest where I was born and raised), which raises eyebrows with the locals who are quick to retort in their slow, smooth, southern drawl, “You’re not from around here are ya…” Be that as it may, I’m here to stay.
~kat

grappling with fate
nothing thrills me more,
not fortune, nor happenstance…
serendipity
rouses my soul to believe
in kismet, in providence
felicitous flukes
that bind us intrinsically
you know…pure magic
~kat
For Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Poetry Challenge inspired by these words and their synonyms:
Destiny: fortune, serendipity, happenstance, kismet, fate
Challenge: rouse, thrill, grapple.
