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affluent hoarding

affluent hoarding

a legacy of poverty means that even in times
of plenty, one cannot quench the urge to fill
cupboards with rows of non-perishables, that
will ultimately collect dust, but they are there,
just in case; there’s a propensity to buy two
of everything, to maintain double locks on
doors, to install shades and opaque curtains
to keep the outside, out; to have the car
loaded always with no less than half a tank,
blankets, rations, loose change, because one
never knows; all while obsessing over bank
account balances, due dates, a daily ritual,
a masochistic exercise, of checking dwindling
numbers especially when managing a joint
account with someone whose life was not
touched by empty cupboards, homelessness,
insufficient funds, and never enough, no never
enough, double-check, even when there is

~kat

For Time, Love, Misery’s Menageries Sunday Writing Prompt – the theme this week is Peace of Mind.


a rose is…

a rose is…

she’s of a certain
age, you know, a
real beauty in
her prime but
clinging to her
withered gown
makes her look
old with fading
mane once
vibrant, sweet her
fragrance reeks of
musty death, they think
it’s time she gives
this ruse rest, the
reaper waits with
pruning shears, she’s
had her summer
in the sun, to yield
at long last, it’s for
the best, she’s of
a certain age you
know, clinging to
her faded gown but
she’s not finished,
being beautiful, not
yet, she’s not
finished, no, not yet

~kat


Faith Restored

To the WomanWho Told Me to Have a Nice Day…

I can’t forget what
you did…forgive me,
I never got your name, but
I wish I had, so
I could thank you for
being you, for doing
what you did that day,
without even trying, no
hint of forced intention,
because
that’s just who you are…
kind,
with a helping hand,
a ready smile, and a word
of encouragement in
the midst of my shitty day…
I can’t forget what
you did…forgive me,
I never got your name, but
I wish I had, so
I could thank you
~kat

For SundayWriting Prompt “Faith Restored”. The challenge: With allthe negativity in the world at the moment I thought we could all take a momentto recognize the heroes in our lives, people who have restored our faith inhumanity when all hope seemed lost.

Youneed not know the person personally just so long as they had an impact on yourlife or the life of someone near and dear to you.


preservation

Almacon @Deviant Art

preservation

become invisible
like wraiths at the
window, watch
and learn for
there is virtue
in silence and
much to be gleaned
from the elders
who suffer the
perils of a
guilty conscience…
death of desire, hounded
by voices in brimstone
bellowing…these
are the secrets
only children
know…speak
only if spoken to

~kat~

For Mind, Love, Misery Menagerie’s Sunday Writing Prompt: Choose one or more titles and construct a poem or story around it:
Voices in Brimstone
The Dissonant Heart
Wraiths at the Window
Secrets Only Children Know
The Automaton Who Became Self-Aware
The Perils of a Guilty Conscious
The Virtue of Silence
The Crying River
Death of Desire
Eliza Happenstance


Heaven Can Wait

Do they even give god
a second thought?
Bluebloods, who needn’t
toil for bits of bread,
who dine on Danube Caviar
plopped on delicate
wafers in their garish
manor houses, sipping
tea while gossiping
about the latest fashion
faux pas or  who’s
doing who. What need
have they for the god
of needy souls, the
god of the outcast,
the sick, the lost,
the forgotten? What
need indeed! From
the outside looking
in their life is heaven on
earth…hell, where
sinners rot, rages just
beyond their gilded gate. 

~kat

A Poem for Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie’s Sunday Writing Prompt based on this Quote: “I talk to God, but the sky is empty.” by Sylvia Plath and the color chart below (the challenge required using at least three of  the color names in the piece).


 


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