all is well
no matter what troubles this day wrought
dusk settles the dross
softening the lush foothill heights
while fawns graze unphased
tomorrow promises a new day
~kat~
The Cherita
A 6 line poem in three separate stanzas, a single line, a couplet, then a tercet.
Each stanza is a complete strophe
The line lengths are at the poets’ discretion
The poem should be presented, centered and untitled.
It should be imagistic and concise.
the weight of the world
drapes her shoulders
like heavy fog settles in the hollows
just as the mist evaporates at dawn,
she will rise resilient,
forged by fire
~kat~
The Cherita
A 6 line poem in three separate stanzas, a single line, a couplet, then a tercet.
Each stanza is a complete strophe
The line lengths are at the poets’ discretion
The poem should be presented, centered and untitled.
It should be imagistic and concise.
I wonder what you’re thinking
grey, fluffy cat, looming,
eyes wide, black; tail twitching
could it be you’re plotting
your escape, or my demise
I know, I know…it’s dinner time
~kat
For Jane Dougherty’s May Daily Poetry Challenge “42”. This one is tricky. We start with a Cherita which is a short poem that tells a story. It consists of a one-line stanza, followed by a two-line stanza, and then finishing with a three-line stanza. Sounds easy, right? Jane added an extra challenge. For May’s Cherita? the first line asks a question or makes a statement that begs a question, the second stanza/two lines sets the scene or the background, the last stanza/three lines answers the question or resolves it in some way.
The hardest part for me was coming up with a question! Fortunately I live in a house full of animals. They are always doing things that make me wonder. One question down, 30 more to go. Maybe we’ll solve the mystery of the universe this month. Or maybe not. Thanks Jane. This one’s a challenge. And you know I love a good one. 🙂
heavy with tears
clouds hover
wet and cold
daring us to believe
that sun and blue sky exist
beyond the grey
~kat~
A final Cherita for this short month and wondering what March will bring. Thanks to Jane Dougherty for introducing me to this lovely little form. And thank you for joining me on the journey. ❤
cardinal perched aloft
high above the frosted earth
winter’s snap, an early spring denies
do you curse the cold as humans do
or can you feel the sun more keenly
amidst the spindly bones of trees?
~kat~
like mercury colliding... 