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Na/GloPoWriMo2022 – Weekend Wrap-up

Today you get a three-fer…Friday, Saturday and Sunday’s prompt responses. Not that i wasn’t writing each day but true to form, i wanted to give each offering its creative due. Happy Sunday!

Na/GloPoWriMo Day 8 prompt: name your alter-ego, and then describe him/her in detail. Then write in your alter-ego’s voice.
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pure transparency
superpower revealed
truth is my weapon

~kat

Glo/NaPoWriMo 2022 Day 9 Prompt: write in a specific form – the nonet! A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second has eight, and so on until you get to the last line, which has just one syllable.
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fishbowl in flux

when the snails passed away this week
the tetras dined on escargots
catfish came out of hiding
to clean the empty shell
nothing is wasted
life cycles on,
season’s change,
nature’s
way

~kat

Na/GloPoWriMo 2022 Day 10 Prompt: write a love poem. 
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

thoughts of her

even now
after all these years
just the thought of her
ignites love’s embers,
the smoldering subtle tinge
of longing, yesteryear flashing in
excruciating, technicolored detail
sunlight glistening through the fine
hair on her bare skin, scent of
warm musk, soft bursts of breath,
melded, crescendoing to a sigh
remembering…remembering
that once upon a moment past
touches me so deeply
after all these years
even now

~kat

grotto dweller – NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 28

grotto dweller

floor

of peat,

canopy

of evergreen

subtle hint of musk

golden sunlight streaming

here, a wide-eyed girl could dream

in solitary blissfulness

this place where faerie folk assembled

where the muse was e’er so near

I spent hours listening

to whispers on the breeze

bumblebees, birdsong,

leaves, a-flutter,

in this place

my heart

soared

~kat


For NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 28; Describe a bedroom from your past in a series of descriptive paragraphs or a poem. It could be your childhood room, your grandmother’s room, a college dormitory or another significant space from your life.


NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 8

death, 
distinct 
with ripeness
lines corridors
casualties of war
denied last rites for now
sealed in polyethylene
an invisible foe looming,
poison wafting in the putrid air
where superheroes with stethoscopes fight
to save those stricken from drowning
the last acts of compassion
some will know in the end
in solitary…
darkness falls
on us
all

~kat


Another poem for our times today for NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 8. I cannot adequately express the gratitude I feel for those on the front lines of the battle against the coronavirus. This week our country is facing the incomprehensible death tolls. To the heroes who give their all in doses of much needed compassion for the fallen. We owe you everything, our gratitude and our prayers!

The prompt: peruse the work of one or more of these twitter bots, and use a line or two, or a phrase or even a word that stands out to you, as the seed for your own poem.

I chose a bot from @percybotshelley “death, distinct with ripeness”. Today’s poem is a variation on a nonet.


audacity

audacity

it’s
passion,
risking all
against the odds,
spring calling, that
seduces buds to bloom,
a labor of love, despite
the lingering threat of winter,
for one glorious day in the sun

~kat


A Nonet for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Challenge, Synonyms Only, Prompt Words: Hobby – labor of love, passion and Play – risk, odds.


Remembering We

‘The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;’  -W.B.Yeats

Remembering We

she’s bleeding out in back-wood hollows
where stone monuments honor fools
raging from coal soot nostrils
pale faced freedom fighters
who stand for anthems
and love Jesus
on Sundays
yet fear
death
but
slowly
they come forth,
silenced voices
like seed pods bursting,
innocence reborn to
overwhelm the bloody mess
and hope’s pursuit of happiness,
people who remember they are we

~kat

A Nonet/Reverse Nonet* For Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats – Day Eight Challenge inspired by the verse above from the poem ‘The Second Coming’ by W.B. Yeats.

*A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second line eight syllables, the third line seven syllables, etc… until line nine finishes with one syllable.


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