it’s just a weed
you know it’s true
it’s just a weed
with blooms of blue
the first to rise
you know it’s true
feast for our eyes
a sign of spring
the first to rise
though winter clings
with one more frost
a sign of spring
seems all but lost
it will not die
with one more frost
it will survive
it’s just a weed
it will not die
it’s just a weed
~kat – 9 March 2017
(A Terzanelle Poem)
nipping vernal blooms
bellowing bursts of cold breath
winter’s bitter blitz
-kat – 7 March 2017
For Haiku Horizon’s Challenge, prompt word, “Cold”.
For Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge, prompt words, King and Day.
Original photo from Pixabay.com, digitally enhanced by Kat Myrman 2017
tyranny be damned
bring us days of blissful peace
and kings wearing clothes
~kat – 7 March 2017
Poison Champagne on Ice
(a political commentary)
Let them eat cake!
Then we will laugh
at their fat growling
bellies when they come
asking for more and
send them away
broken, naked and needy.
They forgot who we are.
There are no bleeding
hearts here.
kat ~ 6 March 2017
(Magnetic Poetry – Poet Kit)
like mercury colliding... 