if i was the wind i would breathe through you murmuring sweet poetry and gently toss your hair only to hear you sigh
if i was the rain I would sweeten your garden with lovely wetness only to see you grow wild and verdant, glistening in the sun
if i was the earth brown and fertile beneath you i would make a soft bed of thick moss in the cool dark so you can rest your soul when this world is too much
if i was the sun i would blanket you in warmth, in pure love, from dawn to dusk and even through the night, the moon shining bright
in wind and rain, earth and fiery sun, always know that i am here gently loving you with all that i am
like the trees it is time for me to let go of the child broken, haunted by old ghosts lingering poison
to wake up get over myself dance naked in the breeze less green but open-hearted wild, brilliant joy
to heal the trees will show me the way home their secret all must die a bit each day to live…let go…breathe
~kat
I have grown quite sick of myself…the wallowing in past wrongs, unresolved issues, the self-loathing practice of sabotaging myself time and again because…what if? I’m sorry, if you know me well, for dragging you along with me through the muck. Enough already. Maybe it’s the tug of the looming new moon, but I’m over being a victim. This moment, right here, right now I am determined to be a tree. The dead leaves I’ve clung to for so long serve me no purpose but to stifle me from fully embracing the coming spring. New beginnings happen every season. But you have to let go to taste them!
how soft the sun’s light bends through the trees shade growing thin beneath bare boughs lonely for birds of summer, like fall leaves, gone with the wind
~kat
A poem written with online magnetic poetry tiles using the Nature Kit. Digitally enhanced photo by Kat Myrman in October 2022. Hickory tree in the Bramlette Mountain foothills.
hummingbirds return to gather sweet nips of nectar
bare wintered tree limbs are greening soon the leaves will pop
ever faithful dawn rising sun she quells the dark night
it is possible anything if you can dream it
i have all i need it’s enough to love and be loved
~kat
Na/GloPoWriMo2022 Day 18 Prompt: write your own poem that provides five answers to the same question – without ever specifically identifying the question that is being answered.
For today’s poems a series of Kelly Lunes - three lines each with the syllable pattern: 5-3-5.
stop trying to please and take some time for you to smell spring’s sweetness in the moments after the rain roses misted, dressed in red
~kat
NaPoWriMo2022 -Day 6 Prompt: write a variation of an acrostic poem. But rather than spelling out a word with the first letters of each line, I’d like you to write a poem that reproduces a phrase with the first words of each line.
To challenge myself even more, this poem was created using Original Magnetic Poetry online in the format of a Tanka 😊
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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