Took a break from writing today…
Breakfast with my granddaughter
A bit of pumpkin carving and
A snuggle with the tortoise.
Oh yeah…about that last part…
Whoever thinks reptiles don’t snuggle has never had a tortoise whisper sweet nothings in their ear! ❤️
Happy Saturday my fellow WordPressers! 😊
She’s a late bloomer,
Lured by Autumn’s frosty nip,
Cool passion in red.
~kat 15 October 2015
i only saw you for a moment…
pink perfection, but you had
already gone. how can you
miss someone you’ve never
met? sometimes i wonder
who you might have become,
who i might be today had
my body not failed you.
there was no funeral,
no heartfelt epitaphs…
no records or witnesses
that you ever were, except
for me, who once carried
you deep inside, the child
i never held but can’t
forget, especially when
the memory of you
interrupts my busyness
and touches my heart.
kat ~ 12 October 2015
It’s a loss no one talks about. Grieving is considered an indulgence. Well-meaning souls will try to console you by reminding you how blessed you are to have other children, or if you don’t, they’ll assuredly mention that it was all part of some divine plan, or for the best…nature’s way of protecting you from a less than perfect child…of course none of these things are of any comfort when a mother miscarries.
I lost my child some 33 years ago in October. It wasn’t until this most recent nudge that I remembered that it was in October. We try to get on with life…to count our blessings, but we never forget. The void of tonight’s new moon simply reminds me that I’m not meant to forget. And that it’s okay to remember and to grieve.
(This poem was featured on Women’s Spiritual Poetry Blogspot on October 16th, 2015)
Weird week. Crazy crazy busy at my day job. Long hours, squeezing flash fiction and haiku prompts and challenges in during breaks and upon rising and settling in. Midweek I was beginning to think I might not have a creative unprompted thought left in my head. But by week’s end a few beautiful words managed to spill out.
After a week like this, what you get is a cacophony of brain splatter that has no business making any sense at all…and yet, I kind of get what my subconscious is trying to tell me. Busy as it was, it was a very good week. And I’m learning to go with the flow. ☺️
Sunday Week in Review
October 10, 2015
elucidate the fine points
have a listen for yourself.
the orchestra erupted into a cacophony of dissonant notes,
One day he would thank her for leaving.
It was the happiest place she could think of
Hanging on was a bad idea.
The veil is thinning
To be tumescent
Charmed to earth by gravity
free to speak
in bellowing
whispers a
symphony of
tears…
It is no secret
Surrender
“It’s enough.” She lied.
kat ~ 11 October 2015
In case you are new here and wonder what the jumbled verse above is all about…
It is my weekly practice to lift a verse or line from each post from the previous week for a collective “look back”. It’s my way of clearing my head so I am open and ready for the coming week.
With that said, I’d like to wish you a great next week! 💕 As for me, I’m planning on fabulous! 😊
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