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April Poetry Month – Poem a Day! #1

In honor of National Poetry Month, I am going to post a poem a day for the month of April. And for the love of poetry, I am challenging myself to try a different poetry form each day.

 

For today, I chose the Alouette:
The Alouette consists of two or more stanzas of 6 lines each, with the following set rules:
Meter: 5, 5, 7, 5, 5, 7
Rhyme Scheme: a, a, b, c, c, b

I was inspired by a strange robin who has spent the entire past week ramming into the windows of my cubicle and the office next door. He does this for hours. So sad. Someone said it is mating season and he is trying to connect with his reflection. Well if he so wacko that he keeps this up for an entire week, perhaps it’s best if he doesn’t make it out of this perpetual loop. Flocks of wacky chicks ramming themselves into buildings is no way to preserve and continue a species! I caught him looking at me and had my phone handy to take his pic. He’s a mess!

Spring Selection
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Poor little robin
bashing your noggin’
Spring has made you quite insane
wasting affection
on your reflection
your frantic efforts in vain

But it’s for the best
you don’t pass the test
something’s amiss with your mind
Nature’s selection
based on perfection
preserves the flock from your kind!

kat ~ 1 April 2016


Ninnyhammer! Friday’s Word of the Day

  
Happy Friday…April Fools Day! Today’s dictionary.com Word of the Day is a timely tidbit…Ninnyhammer! It’s origin: “Ninnyhammer entered English in the late 1500s. Its first element, ninny, meaning “a fool or simpleton,” may be a pet form of the proper name Innocent.”

I love this word! It’s fun to say! “He/she is such a ninnyhammer!” rolls off the tongue quite nicely! And I do think I’ll be adding this one to my PC arsenal of go-to words for those times when my voice is within earshot of my tender, very impressionable grandchildren! An alternative to “what an ASS!” my default expletive! “What a ninnyhammer!” will do nicely and is whimsical enough to diffuse my angst! Thank you dictionary.com for this delightful word! I can think of several as….er ninnyhammers in my life who have earned a new nickname!

Here’s the Haiku then. Hoping that you will not have to suffer too many ninnyhammers this 1st Day of April!!!

The first of April!
a day for ninnyhammer’s 
hoping to blend in!


kat – 1 April 2016


Echoes of my Neighborhood

Happy Thursday! Yet another installment of Echoes of my Neighborhood, a challenge hosted by Jacqueline at “a cooking pot and twisted tales”. To see other “Echoes” click HERE !

Here in the Mid-Atlantic States in the USA, Spring is in full swing! Just ask any of us who suffer from seasonal allergies. There is a pale coating of pollen on every surface, and trees are on the brink of bursting!

In a week or so, I will wake up one morning and the braches will be fully dressed in bright green leaves!  It’s always a mystery to me when that happens. It’s like a Spring Miracle!

This week I took photos of those trees as they are just beginning to bud. I call the photo montage here…”On the Brink”.

In fact, we are all, at any given time “on the brink” of a miracle. (They happen every day you know!)  What are the signs of an impending miracle where you live? Get ready. You could be blessed any day now! Like these trees you too are on the brink!

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Dark Night of the Soil


I realized this morning, as I gazed at my barren flower bed, its parallel to Easter and Spring’s awakening.

Death of unruly weeds and a sweeping of rocks and debris was necessary to ready the bed for planting. It required pulling up some deeply imbedded roots of certain weeds who disguised themselves in delicate, colorful blooms, hiding their malevolent intent to choke, encroach and overtake my beautiful garden. If I left even a hint of root behind, my garden would be at risk. Just to be safe, once the soil was sufficiently churned, a barrier was laid and new enriched top soil was added to prepare for new seeds and plants. Of course, there is still a bit more to do, and keeping the weeds at bay is a daunting task, but it is a necessary step to give my beautiful garden its best chance to thrive.

My soul is like a garden. It is affected deeply by nature, the changing of seasons, the light and darkness, the raging tempests and gentle rains, sunrises and sunsets, the clear open blue canopy, the subtle embrace of foggy bottoms, the star-speckled night sky.

As I look at the empty flower bed of my soul, especially on this Easter weekend, I am reminded of the despair and revelation of humanity’s dark nature that led to death, but I am also filled with a sense of hope for the new life that is promised to me if I am faithful.

When darkness overcomes me, I know I should pause to reflect. Is my current circumstance a result of happenstance? It is true some things just happen. Or is it a debacle of my own doing? The latter, if I’m open to considering it, requires a bit of work. Like my garden bed, my soul must be swept of weeds, taking care to remove the roots. The soil of my soul will likely need a bit of churning. It will take a conscious effort on my part to employ the barriers required to prevent any weed remnants from rising again to choke out my best intentions. And it will also take laying a new foundation of “soil”.

My life has the potential to be a beautiful garden! To be a light and a blessing. As I consider the hope of Easter and Spring’s promise, I embrace the new life that grace affords me today and every morning!

Peace, grace and life in all its magnificence to you! May you thrive in beauty!

-kat


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 27 March 2016

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Happy Sunday! And to those of you who celebrate, Happy Easter! I recall the feeling that the past week never seemed to end! There are week’s like that. I kept having to check the calendar to convince myself that it wasn’t Friday yet! What’s with that?

For starters we had a full moon this week. It was especially brilliant in my neck of the woods and I don’t usually fall victim to lunacy. Haha! Perhaps I did feel a bit too giddy from this month’s full worm moon touch!

In the midst of that, of course, we all paused to remember the victims in Brussels…and for me the senseless victims of violence in other places that don’t make international headlines. For my own conscience, it is important to me that I pause to remember that people, with dreams and families and hopes, met their untimely death in these tragedies…not just body counts…cold detached numbers. People.

So to say that last week was chaotic, off kilter, grievous, loony, and discombobulated would be quite accurate in its wake. This week’s ReVerse captures that description quite nicely.

Have a lovely uneventful next week, unless if course you are planning something eventful! In that case I hope it is spectacular and that you pull it off without a hitch! All this to say simply, best wishes! See you next week then! 😊

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 27 March 2016

How easily hope slips away!
From her twinkling eyes.
before the wedding
After a deluge
…if they forget
I watched helplessly
your shadow danced with the light
The blind perceive things
I know you didn’t invite me over here for giggles!
She had a thing for shoes.

Prayers for Brussels

Now THAT is weird!
When she looked in the mirror, her eyebrows were gone!
And the blokes wear tights!
suspended on penumbral cusp
Stopping in my own happy place.
Some haughty snobs schmooze
Just beyond the veil of darkness.

~kat