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Little Things – NoPoWriMo 2017 #4


Little Things

it’s the little things
forget the forest, I want to hug trees
it’s the little things
like collecting pebbles, now that’s my bling
or blowing white floaties setting them free
it doesn’t take much to entertain me
it’s the little things  

kat – 4 April 2017
(NoPoWriMo 2017 #4 – Rondelet – AbAabbA – A lines are tetra-syllabic or dimeter and the other lines are twice as long – octasyllabic or tetrameter)


April Song – NaPoWriMo 2017 #3

 
I listen to warblers trilling, and rain
dripping, dropping, plopping, muddy pools
swelling, a symphony at cool
gray dusk, skeletal gravid
trees limbs, henna-umbered,
wet, rooted deep, earth
softly greening,
April’s first
song of
Spring

~kat – 3 April 2017
(NaPoWriMo 2017 #3 – Reverse Etheree – 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1)


Intuition – Magnetic Poetry Monday

between the light and dark,
the hot and cold
there is a softer world
of shade and warmth
where you can breathe
deeply and listen
to your heart

-kat – 3 April 2017
(Magnetic Poetry – Nature Kit)


Bloviator – NaPoWriMo 2017 #2


bloviator

blah blah, sis-boom bah, la-la-la
forget about some kumbaya
no one’s listening anymore
all your lies have slammed that door
build your towers, build more walls
twit your tweets, we’ll watch you fall
blah blah, sis-boom bah, la-la-la
forget about some kumbaya

-kat – 2 April 2017

(NaPoWriMo 2017 #2 – An Octelle Poem – The syllable count structure is 8, 8, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, and the rhyme scheme is aa/bb/cc/aa. The first two lines and the last two repeat.)


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 2 April 2017


It’s a beautiful Sunday here in the Blue Ridge valley. The horizon is wispy white fading upward into a crystaline cerulean cloudless dome. The air is crisp and cool.

I forget to breathe most days, gulping in pitiful bursts only when my lungs complain that the stale air I’m hoarding needs to go. And so it goes, burdened with survival, I dig my 9-5 rut deeper and wider.

I know it’s not healthy. Living for sleep to be savored in that elusive omega-alpha 48-hour threshold called weekends. I sleep in the daylight while others play between brief bursts of energy as I try to make up for everything didn’t have time to do during the week.

It’s exhausting, but I suspect even more exhausting because I forget to breathe. It’s such a simple thing. A mindless, instinctual reflex that when coupled with mindfulness makes all the difference. Breathe. 😊

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 2 April 2017

if only I could rid myself of them
know every rock by name
hidden in the footnotes of history
seeds from muddy crypts
reality, a pity
presence, just a breath away
like a skipped heartbeat
the salty air, the fishy smells and slimy ooze
moments slip away
long past their demise
smile, but remember
the gloaming lingers on

~kat

A shi sai or ReVerse poem 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 shi sai features the words of one writer,providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week. 😊