Category Archives: Poetry

Sand Castle

chateau-de-sable-ceayr

Photo Credit: © ceayr

Behind the iron gate she stands
Chateau de Sable, on the shore
memory infused walls of clay
whispering dreamy tales of yore.

Though the gales whip and bluster
Behind the iron gate she stands
Harboring the earthbound specters
who haunt her corridors of sand.

Those who venture for a gander
novice paranormal seekers
behind the iron gate she stands
to delight these wide-eyed peepers.

Spectacled eternal prison
enlightened pilgrims understand
Chateau de Sable holds no light
behind the iron gate she stands.

kat ~ 30 January 2016
(83 Words/Genre: Poetry-Quatern)

Something a little different for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneer challenge…a little ghostly tale a la quatern. To read other stories, click HERE.


Zenith – Friday’s Word Of The Day Haiku

    
Happy Friday! Today’s Word of the Day from Dictionary.com is Zenith! It originates from the Arabic “samt (ar-ra’s)” meaning “path (over one’s head)”

As I often do when working with words, consulting a Thesaurus helps me understand the nuances of a word. Here are a few synonyms for the word Zenith: highest point, high point, crowning point, height, top, acme, peak, pinnacle, apex, apogee, crown, crest, summit, climax, culmination, prime, meridian.

I also recently discovered another cool tool in Google that allows me to produce a word translated into various languages. The word Zenith has a variety of interesting translations…in Italian, there are three words: zenit, apice and culmine; in Spanish, cenit, apogeo, cumbre, cima and auge; and my new favorite language, German, zenit and Gipfelpunkt! Wow! Being afraid of heights I get dizzy just thinking about it!

In its various translations and definitions zenith represents the pinnacle, apex or high point. There’s just one problem. Gravity. What goes up eventually reaches the highest high it can go and then, well you know.

I suppose the trick to surviving the zeniths in one’s life is learning to scale the thrilling climb to the top and ultimate plunge as if riding a roller coaster. The track doesn’t end at the bottom. It curves around, reaches a few more pinnacles, and does a loop de loop before settling slowly to a smooth stop, leaving the rider exhilarated and breathless!

I don’t know if I’ve reached the ultimate zenith in my life, but I think it’s more about the journey up and back down. The dizzying view from the pinnacle only lasts for a second!

Here’s the Haiku!

Reaching one’s zenith…
It’s truly a triumph!
But then it’s downhill!

kat ~ 29 January 2016


Death Drop

 

Photo Credit: Kat Myrman 2016

 
Drip drop drip
Icy stalactite
Beautiful
Crystalline
Deadly dagger if disturbed
Best viewed from afar.

~kat – 28 January 2016

A Shadorma in response to Jane Dougherty’s weekly poetry challenge. A Shadorma consists of a six line stanza using the syllable pattern 3/5/3/3/7/5. No rhyme required and you can add as many stanzas as you like. Read others or enter your own HERE.


Thumpers

Photo Credit: rebrn.com

…meanwhile, on a steet corner near you…It’s been one of those  bizarre days! Forgive my tongue-in-cheek take. I just wish we could all love one another and wrap ourselves in some of that amazing grace.

I can spot them
a mile away…
the Thumpers…
afraid of their own
shadows. With quivering
smiles, huddled
in their safe
circles…feeble
minded faithless
fools given to
fits of hysteria,
convinced that
peril and ultimate
doom wait just
beyond the gates or
worse, just behind my
eyes. Yes, I can
spot them a mile
away and hear their
prayers for me…it’s
okay Thumpers…save
yourselves, I’m
content to stay lost!

kat ~ 25 January 2016


Sleep

 
Haiku Horizons presents us this week with the prompt: Sleep. Here are a few thoughts. Read other haiku or add your own HERE.

We say, “I’ve Lost Sleep.”
as if it’s a thing one finds
misplaced like car keys.

Sleepers do not dream.
They wait in obscurity 
some dreamers to find.

To sleep anywhere…
Some find it to be a gift
Narcoleptics curse.

~kat – 25 January 2016