the calm
serenity
tempest coasting delusion
blue sky lull, sleepy denial
maybe the storm will pass
~kat
It was a beautiful day today. Looming in the back of everyone’s mind was the behemoth raging just off the coast. Florence they call her. Today was the calm before the storm. Is that really a thing? There are websites that discuss the concept. At least for us, during this time of waiting, it is real. Now we hope for the best.
at dusk
amber streams
bleed into blue; the sun creeps
down, down, behind the lace arbor
scrim sundered, dreams in wait
~kat
Day Two – September Poems featuring the Pensee.*
*The Pensee – A syllabic form. No meter specified. No rhyme. Syllabic count 2-4-7-8-6:
line 1 is the subject;
line 2 gives description;
line 3, action;
line 4, the setting;
line 5, final thought.
broken concrete is
devoured by green
steel, marble, glass,
man-made things
all will decay
life overcoming
I never grow weary
of nature’s beautiful
cycles…her quiet dusking
and sweet song at dawn…it is
why I can rest my soul in
deep peace through the
darkest of nights
~kat
there’s a subtle shift
a cool stream mingling amidst
sultry zephyr blasts
midsummer days challenged by
autumn crisp staking its claim
~kat
A Tanka for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge – Synonyms Only for the prompt words: Change (shift) and Defy (challenge, stake)
dressed is she in thorns
a crown of crimson petals
encircles her head
~kat
like mercury colliding... 