Category Archives: Poetry

Fortnight – Friday’s Word of the Day Haiku

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Word of the Day from Dictionary.com

Happy Friday to you! Today’s Dictionary.com Word of the Day is “Fortnight”. Though not a word commonly used here in the U.S. it is one of those lovely old English words that is good to keep in one’s poetry vocabulary data bank. How much more fluid it is to say a fortnight rather than fourteen days, two weeks or bi-weekly. A bit of history below and then a few haiku for you. Have a great weekend!

Origin of Fortnight:

From Wikipedia: A fortnight is a unit of time equal to 14 days (2 weeks). The word derives from the Old English: fēowertyne niht, meaning “fourteen nights”.

From the Oxford Dictionary:  Although an Old English word, night comes ultimately from the same root as Latin nox, the source of equinox (Late Middle English) and nocturnal (Late Middle English). Fortnight (Old English) is an Old English contraction of ‘fourteen nights’, and reflects an ancient Germanic custom of reckoning time by nights rather than days.

Fortnight – Friday’s Word of the Day Haiku

1-
Fourteen days and nights
‘Tis a fortnight I am told…
I call it two weeks.

2-
Radiant Luna wanes
a full fortnight, fair to gloom
from madness to muse.

kat ~ 11 December 2015


Haiku – Finding Balance

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Haiku – Finding Balance

Most health plans include
Eating a balanced diet…
chocolate optional.

To achieve balance
One must always choose between
The wants and the needs.

A powerful word,
If it is balance you seek,
Practice saying, “No.”

kat ~ 8 November 2015

This Haiku trio is in response to HaikuHorizon’s Weekly Challenge. The prompt is “Balance”. If you’d like to see more Haiku or enter your own, click HERE.


Haiku Cake/Wolf

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Haiku Cake/Wolf

Quite the ladies’ man
a lover of many…and none
for his callous heart.

He guzzled the drink
forgetting how cold it was,
brain-freeze karma sucks.

A wolf in disguise
must have a pallet for sweets
to boost the charade.

kat ~ 7 December 2015

A trio of Haiku once again for RonovanWrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge – Prompt: Cake & Wolf. Get out the Thesaurus folks! These prompt words have many siblings and a few kissing cousins!  If you’d like to join in the fun by entering your own Haiku, or if you want to just read some other takes on this prompt, click HERE!


A Limerick for the Seasons

My friend Rashmi at MindandLifeMatters gave us the prompt “Seasons” for this week’s Limerick Challenge. I have to say I spent alot of time chewing on this one. I have no trouble waxing poetic on the topic of Seasons in free verse…or even Haiku, but when it came to crafting a proper limerick…it had me stumped. Here’s my best attempt. Have a great week everyone! If you would like to have a go at this challenge, click HERE. 🙂

A Limerick for the Seasons

Summertime sizzles and Autumn leaves fall,
Winter winds chill and Spring blooms enthrall,
Each season in order,
A year drawn in quarters,
Nature’s perfection inspires us all!

kat ~ 7 December 2015

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Photo by kat myrman Spring 2014


Sunday’s Week in Verse – 6 December 2015


Such a range of emotion! An ode to the changing of seasons! I find that I revel in the summer as if it will never end and languish in Winter wondering when it will. But it is the transition seasons that pierce my heart most deeply. The Spring with her exuberant regalia, life in full bloom and Autumn with her graceful, letting go. I learn my greatest lessons from the in between.

The trees are now bare as the frost clings tightly to sleepy limbs and blades of fading green, trumpeting the coming season of rest. As if to say thorough darkening days, breathe deeply, close your eyes and settle in. We follow nature’s lead unconsciously this time of year, draped in the ambience of twinkling lights and warm hearth’s glow. Time to rest our weary heads and surrender to the dream.

A gentle Wintering to you!

Sunday’s Week in Verse – 6 December 2015

I wonder if she remembers the spring.
though I do miss the smell of crayons!
“Don’t think! You’ll only make it worse!
”
crowned by raven locks.
unlike their hoary siblings,
simply black and white.
it’s wise not to blink.
she scales richter’s heights.
she hated green paint.
She’ll slumber now through frost’s first kiss.
…step off the edge without a net
In a million small ways, she inhabits his days
“Oh yeah, I was born for this!”
I won’t notice you, because I will be DANCING!
YOU CAN RELY ON IT
…giving voice to things, and being authentic…
here, surrounded by wild flowers and roses.
bust a jit crazy
I couldn’t let this day pass
Get up my pretty girl.
Don’t be deceived by her fragility.
Life is a gift
*Silence*
drawn to light, eye to keyhole.

~ kat

If you’re new to this blog, a bit of background to explain the verse above. It is a line from each poem or prose from the previous week. Lifted and placed in the order written. A snapshot review of the week. It helps me to prepare for the upcoming week with a clean the slate.