day glow
breath
born
breezes
come morning
embrace me softly
the air lingering, flower blushed
~kat
A twofer for today! Magnetic Poetry, the Poet’s kit and our featured form for this week, the Fib! Happy Saturday! 💚
The Fib
A syllabic form based on the Fibonacci Sequence: 1/1/2/3/5/8.
at dawn
shaded
beneath trees
green and lush
sunlight tendrils streaming through
quiet
~kat
It’s a Saturday, so I decided to combine poetry forms: an Elfchen using Magnetic Poetry tiles from the Nature Collection because…hey, why not! 😊
An Elfchen is known as an “elevenie” in English, the German elfchen (which loosely translates to “little eleven” or “Elfchenwee eleven”) contains 11 words separated into five lines: one word, then two, then three, then four, then one again. The first line of an elfchen is traditionally some single-word concept, thought, or thing, which the rest of the poem describes—what it does, how it looks, how it makes you feel, whatever strikes your fancy. The last line is often a synonym or some other overarching reflection of your first word.
the fiddler’s playing
in the shadow of the moon
let’s bring in the cows
~kat
NaPoWriMo2023 Challenge Day 13: try writing a short poem (or a few, if you’re inspired) that follows the beats of a classic joke. Emphasize the interplay between the form of the poem – such as the line breaks – and the punchline.
For this challenge I decided to write a haiku style poem using the magnetic poetry online tool…Nature Kit.
(a five-part Magnetic Poetry poem using the Nature kit)
it’s elemental
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
~kat
letting go
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!
A trio of Shadormas 3/5/3/3/7/5 a la Magnetic Poetry Online (The Poet’s Kit).
like mercury colliding... 