gray
everything is gray
the sky, heavy and wet, gray
the days blend together,
monday, thursday, saturday,
no weekends or beginnings
it doesn’t matter, the lines
are graying, like my hair, more
salt than pepper these days
is it stress or age catching
up with me, it doesn’t matter,
everything is gray…
makes me feel blue
~kat
i am like the wind, tracing
every curve of you, tossing
your hair, whispering
in your ear, swirling amidst
the embers to warm your skin
but it is those moments
when you breathe me in
holding me near your heart
that take my breath away
~kat
the year spring never came
if we had paid attention to the signs that long, wet
winter, we might have known that spring would never
come, even though nature took her cues from the
moon and sun, as remnants of frosting melted and gentle
rain drenched the dormant soil, seeds sprouted toward
the warmth, toward the light; soon clusters of creeping
buttercups, henbits, chickweed, wild violets, dandelions
and daffodils lulled us into believing that it was
spring, but I tell you, spring never came that year,
the world stopped spinning, life stopped living as
we peered at each other from across alley ways and live
chat screens, winter held fast as the reaper jumped
season mowing us down with his sickle, a harvest
of untouchables, legions of them stacked floor to
ceiling on ice, mourners left with nothing to show
for their sorrow…no, spring never came that year,
summer too, lost her luster to empty streets, abandoned
subways, beaches, and empty watering holes where
masked ghosts hurried about never mingling, mercifully
autumn stepped in bidding us to let go, let go, let go, let go…
as another winter loomed darker still, no mention of spring
~kat
For NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 30: write a poem about something that returns.
needlepoint audacity
damn right, hell yeah, she persisted
against their condescending voices
they tried to quiet hers, insisted
that she let them make her choices
smile when they made lewd advances
their vile, lascivious, lustful groping
she persisted, ignored their glances
long-suffering, persistent, hoping
peering at that high glass ceiling
pressing on in grace, in fierceness
legions femme, their voices peeling
me too, locking arms, souls, fearless
mothers, daughters, maidens, crones
the changing tide, the ceiling cracking
in sisterhood, a force worth reckoning
with a vote, they’ll send them packing
rising from the shadows beckoning
persist, it’s time they take their place
to earn the lauds they’re due, respect
to shed those mantles of disgrace
persist, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet
~kat
For today’s NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 20: write a poem about a handmade or homemade gift that you have received. I chose the empowering, beautiful needlepoint pictured above. Crafted by a kindred soul sister, including my favorite “weed-flowers”: dandelions, capeweed, henbit, speedwell.
who else but the muse?
she peeks at me through tree limb slits,
lunation’s phases streaming; she speaks to me
in bubbling babble, peeper’s croak and avian
warbles and trills; she whispers in the wind, and in
stillness, barely breezing; she warms me on sun-splashed
shade-less afternoons, at night from crackling hearths,
in bubble baths, the glow of jasmine tea sating my thirst
to the core, and nips my nose and toes on frost-iced
mornings, crisp air stinging my cheeks; she infuriates
me, exasperates me, moves me to passion, to hilarity,
to tears, everywhere, she is there nudging me, filling
my head with beautiful words, so many words, I am never
at a loss for them, but dare not call myself a poet, though
I try to dribble out a coherent verse or three, especially
in those moments where I find myself utterly speechless
~kat
For NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 14: write a poem that deals with the poems, poets, and other people who inspired you to write poems. I am inspired by everything, big and small, human, animal, vegetable, mineral. There are of course people in my life who inspire me…too many to name, so they shall remain nameless, though some of them know who they are. To simplify my adoration for these inspirational motivators that surround me, I tend to lump them all together into one…my Muse, I call them…her. I could not imagine my life without her.
like mercury colliding... 