never send cut flowers to the grieving eventually they wilt wither and die a dismal reminder of their beloved departed
it’s a cruel thing to do don’t you see
but if you must send something green a lovely potted plant filled with buds on the cusp of blooming or a tree one that’s hearty and strong a tribute a celebration of life a reminder that life goes on
~kat
Na/GloPoWriMo2022 Day 23 Prompt: write a poem in the style of Kay Ryan, whose poems tend to be short and snappy – with a lot of rhyme and soundplay. They also have a deceptive simplicity about them, like proverbs or aphorisms.
who will feed the birds when i’m gone i think these things as i’ve grown gray how will the world get along
is worrying about this wrong i guess i’ve always been this way who will feed the birds when i’m gone
caring for others, being strong it’s who i am, what can i say how will the world get along
time is fleeting, we don’t have long to make a difference, seize the day who will feed the birds when i’m gone
live, love, forgive when you’ve been wronged work hard, but take some time to play how will the world get along
i know. blah, blah, blah same old song hard to do but easy to say who will feed the birds when i’m gone how will the world get along
~kat
Na/GloPoWriMo 2022 - Day 22 Prompt: write a poem that uses repetition. You can repeat a sound, a word, a phrase, or an image, or any combination of things.
For today’s challenge, a villanelle.
Here’s what a villanelle looks like: A1-b-A2 / a-b-A1 / a-b-A2 / a-b-A1 / a-b-A2 / a-b-A1-A2 where * A1 is a refrain line that is repeated throughout, sometimes with small variations * A2 is another refrain line, which end-rhymes with A1 * a denotes lines that end-rhyme with A1 and A2 * b denotes a line using a (usually) different end-rhyme. There is no set line length, though many poets choose 8–10 syllables.
Auguste Renoir Odalisque 1870, oil on canvas at the National Gallery in Washington, D.c.
A Friend, A Job, A Painting, A Lie
just the other day i ran into an old friend her name? well i couldn’t say… i remembered then we were close once, as she walked away
night shift at Denny’s i kept cups filled with coffee serving strangers for pennies and kept company with other odd night owls like me
intoxicating her dark eyes piercing my soul provocatively posing she draws me in close ensnared by her charm, she swallows me whole
it’s just a white lie you’re just trying to be nice so look ‘em straight in the eye don’t let them ask twice bend the truth a bit, that’s my advice
~kat
Na/GloPoWriMo 2022 Day 21 Prompt: write a poem in which you first recall someone you used to know closely but are no longer in touch with, then a job you used to have but no longer do, and then a piece of art that you saw once and that has stuck with you over time. Finally, close the poem with an unanswerable question.
For today i decided to use the Horatiodet, a short form of the Horatian Ode that I created a few years ago. I wrote a stanza for each part. They don’t really mesh. Not sure if they were supposed to, but it’s on prompt and you get 4 for 1 today! 😊
The Horatiodet is a total of 5 lines, syllable count: 5-7-7-5-9 / rhyme scheme: ababb. In other words, it is a short Horatian Ode (only one stanza), a form based on the style of Horace, Quintus Horatius Flaccus (December 8, 65 BC – November 27, 8 BC), the leading Roman lyric poet.
just listen let me talk nod your head give me an uh-hmm or two eye contact…i need eye contact and your time and your attention, your presence i need you to be present
i would do the same if you needed me too you know it’s true i’ve been there for you so i’m hoping it’s not too much to ask at least i hope not
and one more thing, well maybe a few, i don’t need you to fix anything or defend me or get mad or tell me what i should do i’d like to figure that out on my own, as i said all i need you to do is let me talk just listen
hummingbirds return to gather sweet nips of nectar
bare wintered tree limbs are greening soon the leaves will pop
ever faithful dawn rising sun she quells the dark night
it is possible anything if you can dream it
i have all i need it’s enough to love and be loved
~kat
Na/GloPoWriMo2022 Day 18 Prompt: write your own poem that provides five answers to the same question – without ever specifically identifying the question that is being answered.
For today’s poems a series of Kelly Lunes - three lines each with the syllable pattern: 5-3-5.
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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