Category Archives: Poetry

Peripeteia – Friday’s Word of the Day Haiku

peripeteia

I’m beginning to think that Dictionary.com hates me! Or maybe it is just Fridays. Today’s word of the day contains a whopping 5 syllables! Fortunately I am allowed 7 syllables on line 2. This is one of those classic words.  Not generally used in modern times as much as it was in literary circles in the 16th century.

The Encyclopaedia Britannica describes this word thusly:

Peripeteia, ( Greek: “reversal”) the turning point in a drama after which the plot moves steadily to its denouement. It is discussed by Aristotle in the Poetics as the shift of the tragic protagonist’s fortune from good to bad, which is essential to the plot of a tragedy. It is often an ironic twist, as in Sophocles’ Oedipus Rex when a messenger brings Oedipus news about his parents that he thinks will cheer him, but the news instead slowly brings about the awful recognition that leads to Oedipus’s catastrophe.

When I consider this word and its meaning, I find it to be tragically timely in light of recent events in our insane, violent country.  I thought of several final lines, my own heart and soul still trying to reconcile our nation’s complicity in the daily violence that has become so commonplace. I’ll let you, dear reader choose the one that resonates. You may even wish to add your own in the comments. I wish it had been more difficult to come up with context for today’s Haiku. 😦

A Timely Haiku

When mad young men snap
it’s a peripeteia…
…that never ends well

…that pierces our hearts

…that rips through our souls

…that leads to terror

…of innocence lost

~kat ~ 2 October 2015


mania

gloom

HApPy HaPPY JoY!
brain unhinged, delirious
devoured by gloom…………

kat ~ 1 october 2015


Many Moons ~ Haiku

Through veils of mist
the eclipsing moon-glow swells
into many moons.

kat ~ 28 September 2015

Reflections on the full moon eclipse of 2015, magnificent even under overcast skies!


Sunday Week in Review – 27 September 2015


It’s that time of the week again! Time to take a few moments to reflect on the ramblings of my monkey-brained mind, and to collect a favorite line from each post to create a collective poem for the week.

Can I just say…I LOVE LOVE LOVE this week’s retrospective verse!!!! Wow! 🙂  Soooo…without further delay, here is a look back!

She wasn’t late.
On some hunter’s wall,
Some say she was as crazy as the cuckoo birds swirling around her long gray locks of hair.
(Life between Parentheses)
pungent, fragrant gold-red death,
scatterings of molecules, a spectrum of prismatic twists, refracted rays,
Brazen spectacles
In truth, it was drama, not death, she craved most.
Wow! I didn’t see that coming!
People are a lot like raindrops,
don’t you think?

…and with that I wish you all peace and safe landings in the coming week. Thanks for stopping by. 😊 Be sure to make a wish under tonight’s full moon eclipse. You never know. It just might come true! 🙂

kat ~ 27 September 2015


like raindrops

 
It is subtly poignant,
the drip-dribble, pitter-pats
of fat rain droplets ‘midst
a hissing wind-blustered,
drenching downpour. A symphony
of soloists, some tinkling softly,
others plopping boisterously,
all playing a part in the wild
wet cacophony, lulling me
into meditative reflection…
People are a lot like raindrops,
don’t you think? Our deepest
longing, simply to be heard.

~ kat 26 September 2015