one new moon night a star fell from the sky
upon a twinkling diamond dusted trail
enchanting all who gazed into her eyes
one new moon night a star fell from the sky
an angel sent from heaven in disguise
eternity in flesh, piercing the veil
one new moon night a star fell from the sky
upon a twinkling diamond dusted trail
~kat – 6 August 2016
A Triolet – ABaAabAB, capital letters representing the repeated lines with eight or ten syllables per line.
like a thousand diamonds
shining in sun
is a garden dressed in mist
kat – 1 August 2016
This is for Haiku Horizon’s weekly haiku challenge, prompt word “Key”.
Did you know that their are quite a few meanings and applications for the word “key”? It can be an instrument that unlocks something, a guide for reading symbols on maps, or a guide to colours and symbols used in a data chart, graph, plot or diagram or something that directs one to the answer of a test, riddle or to the solution of a problem. It can be a sandy island formed on the surface of a coral reef, a type of coupling used to transmit rotation between a shaft and an attached item in engineering or a piece of information that controls the operation of a cryptography algorithm. It can be the name of a person, place or company. With all these options to choose from for my haiku this week I thought I would have a little fun and combine three meanings in one 5-7-5 verse! I give you the sad story of Mr. Key…😊
Poor old Mr. Key…
retracing his steps would be key
to finding his keys!~kat – 31 July 2016
A look back, and a reflection. I spent this past week in usual fashion with the bulk of my days working at the job that pays for my existence. My evenings however were spent engaged in part two of my country’s political ritual…the nomination of presidential candidates midst a cacophony of rhetoric and bombastic assertions, most always in dogged opposition to the competing faction.
As a citizen who seeks truth and attempts to participate fully in the process, I availed myself of both spectacles, the republican brand two weeks ago and the democratic version this past week. Political platforms and ideologies aside, there was a stark difference between the two conventions. Fear, exceptionalism, and a chaotic, off-script program of events colored the first call to meeting; hope, inclusiveness (while not without murmurs of discord), and an organized, well-executed program informed the second. The republican sea of white faces became even more obvious when contrasted by the rainbow of diversity that filled the democratic auditorium. On display these past few weeks for all to see was a snapshot of the two Americas we have become.
I admit a predisposed affinity for the latter. In fact, I mentioned this last week as well. That being said, I struggle to find the appeal of the republican view of the world; a world that must become smaller, walled off from others in order for its citizenry to feel safe. I fail to understand how so many can follow such ideology blindly. It is a terrifying commentary on this country…my country…the anger and hatred that has risen to the surface. This election season, like no other that I can remember, has exposed the truth about how un-united and in need of a revival and return to our founding principles we are.
It was a busy week to say the least! While I did not have as much time to write, what I did manage to eke out captured the angst and fragile hope that I feel. Oh to be a skylark (this week’s dictionary.com word of the day) indeed! To rise above the fray with a song on my lips…joy and peace intact!
I cling to hope…
Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 31 July 2016
love on the wind
strands of fine-spun gold
promote peace not walls
take care to notice red dawn skies
oh let me be a skylark
fungus among us
danger lurks in the hollows
peace lies in ruins…
deepest dark murmurs pure poetry~ kat
The Shi Sai, (formerly known as a ReVerse) is a form created by Kat Myrman in April 2016. It is a poem created by taking one line of verse from several poems of an author’s own collection. The shi sai is done as a review of a series or collection of poems and therefore, each line should flow in chronological order of the dates the poems were written (from oldest to new). The lines chosen should be the author’s favorite from each poem. This form works best if the author resists the temptation to read the full new poem before all the verses have been added. (It helps one to resist the impulse to change a line to make it “fit”.
wander off the
ancient path…
in nature’s
deepest dark
murmurs pure
poetrykat ~ 30 July 2016
It’s Elusive Trope’s Magnetic Poetry Saturday Challenge. He suggested starting out this week’s poem with “O” if we were fortunate enough to find one in our kit. For future reference, the Nature Kit does not contain an “O”. But the muse still spoke to me. Happy Saturday all!
like mercury colliding... 