I dipped my toes into the dirt the other day leaves of grass gave way, crushed under my feet, blades of green sprouting through the in between I expected to feel magic, connection, something I don’t know what I was thinking…it’s been so long since I‘ve let my feet run free, unencumbered by socks and hard-soled shoes, not a day goes by that I allow myself this luxury, so long it has been that my feet stumble, my toes curl inward, when I try throwing me off balance, how unfamiliar it feels, I suppose it has been too long, but I hope not too late to reconnect with the space beneath me, with the world around me, with the dirt, cool and moist, soft and forgiving there is magic, I’m sure of it, I’ve just forgotten how to dance while on my way to becoming, I forgot how to become undone
they’re not obvious, your superpowers, but I’ve seen you light up a room with a simple smile I’ve watched you slay the closet monsters with a lullaby and heal wounds with a kiss I’ve watched you juggle groceries, several toddlers, an infant on your hip, and an over-stuffed handbag filled with bandaids, bottles, diapers, wipes, and snacks, while navigating across a busy parking lot, arriving safely at the car where you deftly pack, strap, and tuck everyone in for the ride home… you wake up early, lay your head down late sleep lightly, always at the ready to serve, and you do all this without expecting anything in return you love deeply, so deeply you are the wind beneath the wings of your fledglings you may think nobody notices but I do…you’re a true superhero don’t you dare let anyone tell you that you’re weak
this is totally absurd the latest, have you heard? like nothing we have ever seen idolatry to the extreme feigned religiosity disgusting evangelicals who make our lives a living hell they flock to him like birds to seed he uses them to feed his greed they willingly concede he owns them ‘til the day they die mesmerized by juicy lies I pray they see the honest truth before the devil demands his due
~kat
NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 17 Challenge: write a poem that is inspired by a piece of music, and that shares its title with that piece of music.
Finally catching up after a crazy week!!! I was more inspired by the title than the actual lyrics of the song, “Thinking Out Loud” by Ed Sheeran. This is what I often think to myself in mixed political company. I have to fight myself from screaming what I really think out loud! In this climate things are better left unsaid, that is if one cares at all about seeing another day!
It was a perfect afternoon. The shopping mall wasn’t too crowded and I found the perfect parking spot near the Sears store entrance. Was in and out in record time with the perfect gift for the twins’ birthday. It was a perfect afternoon until you came barreling out of nowhere slamming my car from behind as the light changed yellow to red, when everything went black… The screech of tires and car horns jolted me back, having been propelled into oncoming traffic. It could have gone badly, it could very well have been…you know… I remember thinking then, “when my time comes I hope it’s quick, something I don’t see coming, like being rear-ended in a mall parking lot”…I remember thinking that would not be a bad way to go.
-kat
NaPoWriMo 2024 – Day 8 Challenge: write a poem that centers around an encounter or relationship between two people (or things) that shouldn’t really have ever met – whether due to time, space, age, the differences in their nature, or for any other reason.
it was the unspoken rule a sure antidote for the insanity that seeped through the walls and haunted the dark rooms of my childhood home everything in its place and most of all, no dishes in the sink it was nightly chore my sister and I hated but one we knew, if not completed each night to our father’s satisfaction when he returned from his nightly binges we could expect to be roused from sleep by the sound of the cabinets being emptied of dishes and silverware hitting the floor ordered to clean the mess “we caused” all because there was a fork left in the sink or a tea cup, it didn’t matter, I remember hiding in the clothes closet to avoid his manic outbursts of rage I learned to be perfect on the outside
eventually I realized that a spotless sink somehow provided my troubled father with the appearance of order a way to hide the disfunction that hounded him and terrorized our seemingly happy, little family we looked good in Polaroid snapshots we almost looked normal…
it would be years before I was able to let dishes air dry in the sink my sister too suffered this peculiar trait eventually we both realized that life can be a bit messy, that unfolded laundry on a chair or dishes in the sink are not grave sins, but simply signs of normal life and messy normal is okay but it’s a character flaw I contend with because perfect is an illusion so please don’t judge me by my spotless sink…I’m not trying to hide some horrible secret or assuage my angst sometimes I just can’t help myself but sometimes, I’ll leave a spoon in the sink overnight on purpose because I need to remember though I am my fathers’s daughter I am not crazy… at least that’s what my therapist tells me
~kat
NaPoWriMo 2024 – Day 6 Challenge – And now for our (optional) prompt. Today’s we’d like to challenge you to write a poem rooted in “weird wisdom,” by which we mean something objectively odd that someone told you once, and that has stuck with you ever since. Need an example? Check out Naomi Shihab Nye’s poem “Making a Fist.”
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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