we are surrounded by
velvety air, blush with
flowery perfume and
the lingering breath of
decay, for life is a dance
of brilliance and brokenness,
just as the universe dazzles the
vast darkness with haunting
memories of dying stars
-kat – 25 February 2017
(Magnetic Poetry – Poet Kit)
Ode to days of inclement warming
when dew collects in fat droplets,
and green shoots burst from the earth;
buds bulge from fragile limbs,
birdsong on the wind.
When days grow long
and nights wane.
It’s time.
Spring!
~kat – 24 February 2017
(A Nonet Poem)
For today’s poetry form I am revisiting the Lanturne. As with other little poetry forms you can’t have just one. Several is always a good number. 😉
-1-
Fog
lingers
but cannot
survive the sun’s
burn
-2-
Dew
settles
on roses
nectar of the
gods
-3-
truth
doesn’t
matter if
lies are given
sway
-4-
eyes
cannot
be windows
if they are slammed
shut
-5-
ears
that won’t
hear the truth
might as well be
deaf
-6-
joy
will be
elusive
to those who’ve lost
hope
-7-
you
unique
breathtaking
magnificent
you
kat ~ 23 February 2017
Luna by kat 2017
1-
it’s early morning drenched in dew
the witching hour won’t let me sleep
i’m an insomniac, it’s true
it’s early morning drenched in dew,
roused by the whispers of my muse
who tells me, “no use counting sheep”
it’s early morning drenched in dew,
the witching hour won’t let me sleep
2-
I feel so foolish for crying
It’s not that I’m not strong, you know
Sometimes it’s wise to stop trying
I feel so foolish for crying
Nothing works when someone’s lying
Relationships need trust to grow
I feel so foolish for crying
It’s not that I’m not strong, you know
kat – 22 February 2017
(Triolet Poems)
Silly Tanka (5/7/5/7/7)
Oatmeal, strawberries,
earl grey latte, crushed ice…
my daily grind, but…
I can be spontaneous
oatmeal, no strawberries…see?!
kat ~ 21 February 2017
like mercury colliding... 