Category Archives: Poetry

Rain Grey – A Cherita

Raindrops on double-layered, resin-laminated glass

heavy, grey fog obscures the distant mountain vista;
scrawny winter trees, black-wet, line acres of partitioned asphalt

I sit, sipping jasmine, sugar-sweet tea under fluorescent yellow strobes
and see my red fiat 500c sandwiched between two SUV’s, my escape from the madness
what I wouldn’t give for a puddle to stomp but the grated abyss has devoured it

~kat

Another view from Cubicle-World on this bleak winter’s day captured a la Cherita. I typically lunch at my desk…blah…blah…blah. And occasionally I am pleasantly interrupted from the drear by my muse…or maybe it is just the rain.   🙂


Grappling with fate

grappling with fate

nothing thrills me more,
not fortune, nor happenstance…
serendipity
rouses my soul to believe
in kismet, in providence

felicitous flukes
that bind us intrinsically
you know…pure magic

~kat

For Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Poetry Challenge inspired by these words and their synonyms:

Destiny: fortune, serendipity, happenstance, kismet, fate

Challenge: rouse, thrill, grapple.


Lab Rat Cherita

I am a lab rat, an ‘esc’ key click away from madness,

trapped inside a three–walled cubicle…three? Cubed?
forced to stare at an LED screen…read, respond, delete, repeat,

while typing onto a carpal tunnel-mitigating, wrist-supported keyboard
for hours and hours and hours and overtime, darkness to darkness,
the edge of lunacy teetering on a swiveling, ergonomic chair on wheels.

~kat

Another Cherita…As I may have mentioned…work this week is a BEAR! 🙂


Belated Monday Magnets


there are times when
only a good hot cup
of chocolate will do
velvety, dark, steamy…
it’s like liquid healing
warming me from the
inside out

~kat

Magnetic Poetry Online. A bit silly today. Work has been a bear!


Shy-Blush – a Do-over

Oh my dear… my little Haiku for Ronovan’s Challenge caused quite a fluster…and I did not mean for it to. The prompt words shy and blush and their interesting synonyms definitely took me on a tangent. But you must understand, that for a woman my age, flushing and blushing have more to do with menopausal dips and dives than anything sultry! My mind sooooo did not go where some of yours did! 😳

At any rate, a do-over is in order…g-rated and straight to the point. I also flush crimson when I am steaming mad…which is what I meant to say and should have. 🤪

It’s not modesty

flushing my face crimson red…

I blush when I’m mad!

Of course you could take madness down any number of paths…fuming perhaps? Burned? Irate? Full of rage…some might say passion as I did…but that is easily misconstrued. Pissed! Now that’s a fine word. But I did say this Haiku is rated G. Still…substitute it for mad if you like…at least pissed can’t be confused with being bat-shit crazy! Okay now…don’t you dare go there! 😜

I hope you don’t mind me having a bit of fun with today’s silly Haiku. You all gave me a good laugh when I read the comments. It’s all in good fun that I am carrying on the conversation! 😉

kat