spin
resistance is fruitful
heard impunity is catching
we’re tired of being tried
you win some, you loose some
this life is not for the feigned of heart
~kat
A Gogyohka of random one-liners with a twist.
Category Archives: Poetry
just breathe
just breathe
I keep forgetting to breathe. The fear of dreadful unknowns fills my head. Though, not entirely unknown, having been ravaged by hate, unmanaged pandemics, misogyny, injustice, racism, bigotry, and a planet on fire for these last few horrible years, I am certain another four years of the same insanity would surely undo all that we hold decent and righteous and good. All of this hinging on a simple checkmark in a box, and on the outcome of a fragile, broken system. Not breathing seems a reasonable thing to do in times like these, though not very wise…
autumn’s reflection
ruddy treetops on blue glass
where swans drift slowly
barely forming waves, the air
still, cool as it fills my burning lungs
~kat
A TankaProse for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday Challenge inspired by the photo above by Trent McDonald and the prompt words Move (drift) and Make (forming).
if only…
if only…
consider Gaia’s cycling days
her seasons gently yield and flow
no forced succession, letting go,
no power struggles, coups, or frays
if only men could learn her ways
and realize all things must end
in order to emerge again
if only we could just be still
and listen to the wind and chill
perhaps our enmity might mend
there’s no calm, no eye
‘midst the tempests formed by men
only destruction
~kat
A combined response to Ronovan’s challenges this week. The Décima (Prompt word STILL/D-Line Rhyme./ abba-accddc) and the Haiku (Prompt words CALM and STORM /Tempest).
homecoming
homecoming
soaking the treetops
aflame in red, amber, gold,
cool rain in autumn
cannot quench the fading leaves
but softs the loam to tend them
~kat
A Tanka for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday.
Sunday’s ReVerse Poem – 27 September 2020
it’s been a few weeks of random. Some days I was inspired to write several poems. Others, I struggled to find words. Several jots never made it past my notepad. Working from home in our new weird alternate reality has taken a toll on me, I’m afraid. Sleep has eluded me. But I’m not giving up nor am I giving in. Baby steps. A word here, a flash of brilliance there. Like two pieces of flint tapping together, I know eventually there will be a spark great enough to ignite the fire in me again. And like a phoenix I’ll spread my wings and rise from the ash. For now I’m tending to necessary self-care. Working on getting more sleep. Watching less news. Staying safe. This is my favorite season. That is the one true thing that sustains me.
Peace and kindness to you. Pass it on. ❤️
Sunday’s ReVerse Poem – 27 September 2020
and yet still, she blooms,
that you are lost for good, I fear.
nothing to see here, all is great
I forgot to lock my head
one day I plan to be
as if we needed more heartbreak…
apple cider, cinnamon steeped, nips my tongue
~kat
A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week…or in this case, the past few months!
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