i can hope in dreams,
in love and peace and
better days to come…
believing gives me
the power to overcome
every obstacle
~kat
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Monday Affirmations with the Muse
innocence ghosting – Manic Mondays
innocence ghosting
we skipped the crown
humming
flew away
it was later
that her face
turned pale
she said,
there is no truth
let her be sixteen
eyes open
might just as well’ve
be closed
her face ghostly pale
and so it was
~kat
A Black Out Poem for Manic Monday Three-Way Prompt inspired by the word “Ghostly”, the photo above and the song below with black out.
Whiter Shade Of Pale
We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels ‘cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
She said, ‘There is no reason’
And the truth is plain to see
But I wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might have just as well’ve been closed
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
And so it was that later
Songwriters: Gary Brooker / Keith Reid / Matthew Fisher
A Whiter Shade of Pale lyrics © T.R.O. Inc.
Speaking of Three – Terza Rima 2 of 3
the Pythagoreans have affinity
for this prime number, short a perfect square
lauded as noble, Triad, number three
no other digits ‘fore or aft’ compare
unless you are a theorist of string
three dimensions mete where flat planes meet air
you may not be into this sort of thing
but any geek will school you if you care
three’s beautiful in hue, red, blue and green
~kat
Speaking of Three – Terza Rima – 1 of 3
Speaking of Three
With only three days left in July, my final Terza Rima offerings will explore the number 3, stanzas in triplicate. I’ve enjoyed the Terza Rima. Here we go then…
metaphysically, the number three
bespeaks of divine souls who know the muse
theirs is a life of creativity
the alchemy of magic thrice infused
with graces threefold, walking in the light
a powerhouse of elements imbued
those so-called, three, inherit a birthright
optimistic sprites, loyal, filled with glee
three-folks live here with heaven e’er in sight
~kat
Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 29 July 2018
I love this week’s ReVerse! I had set for myself a daunting challenge: to write a trio of terza rima stanzas exploring things that slip between the cracks, which of course, they don’t really do, because the cracks
ARE the in between abysses where we lose things. Cracks between the cracks, as it were. That is to say nothing is truly lost to us if we are paying attention.
And pay attention I did this week, to the ‘nth degree. Rather than being exhausting, it was inspiring. A prime for the old pump. I even managed to tackle all my favorite challenges this week, save my own “word of the day” musings. To be honest, the words of the day have been at best, meh, lately, so I’ve given it a rest. This week’s word was punnet, a small container or basket for strawberries or other fruit. Um, so ok. Now you know. Not much more to say about that. 😉
But back to today’s ReVerse! Did I happen to mention how pleased I am with it? Of all the words I wrote this week, these lines are some of my favorites. They play nicely together, don’t you think? Wouldn’t it be lovely if we could all do a reverse and together, get along? Yes, wouldn’t that be lovely.
Have a great week. There are only three more days of Terza Romas to explore…hmmmm, three. Hold that thought. See you on the flip!
Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 29 July 2018
remembering when that tree was still green
in the beginning…us, I remember
with you, I would go
no one will remember your words
a swift swing of a bat rendered them headless.
there’s still life left in what some throw away
for these days pennies don’t amount to much
slow turns the screw ‘til truth cannot exist
lounging in streams of sunlit bliss
which makes me wonder
precious treasures overlooked, throngs unfazed,
fair-haired ladies in waiting,
in these trying times
“How much farther?”
“Is that a thing?
between, in darkened cracks where stuff falls through
forever, when they’re botched.
i never wanted to
i live for the sweet
the sun shining too bright
blue, red crush, misting
~kat
A ReVerse poem 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.
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