I’m that fly on the wall you see observing things no one should know burdened by confidentiality that builds and builds, I fear I’ll blow one day when others least expect I’ll spill the most salacious things the beans, the cookies, truth, you bet! sweet on the tongue with power to sting secrets out for all to see, secretly I’d love to let it all hang out, imagine what a scandal that would be but I’m known for my loyalty conscientious to a tee… for once I’d love to flip a switch and lose the nice me, be a bitch
~kat
NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 18 Challenge: write a poem in which the speaker expresses the desire to be someone or something else, and explains why.
Catching up. This weeks has not been conducive to writing poetry. 😉
it’s a worn out saying…no regrets i wonder if it’s possible, i bet every person has one thing they wished they’d done better, hey there’s no shame wondering if you’d done something differently, the outcome might have changed my life, if only…i admit regret haunts me
~kat
NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 19 Challenge: What are you haunted by, or what haunts you? Write a poem responding to this question. Then change the word haunt to hunt.
I followed the challenge rules, but I think I like the word haunt better poetically thinking. 😊
lick it, stick it on a letter, a stamp delivers, no matter the weather…be it wind, or sleet or snow, it’s how things worked some years ago but these days we prefer to text or tweet, or X, the art of writing nixed can’t even spell, compose a thought, we speak in code, in acronyms…they’re hot! now stamps are just a novelty the fancy ones an oddity prized treasures of philately don’t even bother to write in cursive a glyph the kids these days can’t read IYKYK FWIW SMH W/E
~kat
NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 15 Challenge: Today, we’d like to encourage you to take a look at @StampsBot, and become inspired by the wide, wonderful, and sometimes wacky world of postage stamps.
Courtesy Rick Fienberg / TravelQuest International; additional processing by Sean Walker, Sky & Telescope.
How Eclipses Came to Be
Once upon a breeze-swept eve the sun confided to the moon, “I think we should collide!” Then Moon relied, “I’m listening…” all the while heartbeat a-twitter, feeling quite undone. “I’m weary of day,” Sun moaned, “the flowers, trees, birds, humans, bees are fickle souls who rush to shade, it’s quite bizarre, when i am bright, preferring night, even the stars glisten, when you’re around, they swoon!” “I think,” said Moon, who rose full-faced for this occasion, reasoning with a tidal dose of powerful persuasion, “it’s just a rest you need, meet me at high eclipse, new moon, you’ll see, the world will stop to gaze at you, there’s nothing that you need to do, just shine your brightest, be yourself, just be, I’ll do what I do best, trust me old sun, you’ll see.” And so it was, and so it is how moon stepped in to save the day, the sun forgot his weary ways. The earth stood still, moon flipped the switch. Now seasons flow without a hitch, night dawns to day, days dusk to night, all because moon set things a-right, crisis averted, now all is well. We saw it with our own two eyes and lived to tell.
~kat
I’m afraid I ran out of time and daylight yesterday and found myself nodding late-night unable to conjure a single thought, but sleep…need sleep. But undaunted I rose this morning up to the task, to meet Day 13’s challenge and pen a proper, on task poem. Sleeping on it was just what I needed!
NaPoWriMo 2024 – Day 13 Challenge: Our optional prompt for the day asks you to play with rhyme. Start by creating a “word bank” of ten simple words. They should only have one or two syllables apiece. Five should correspond to each of the five senses (i.e., one word that is a thing you can see, one word that is a type of sound, one word that is a thing you can taste, etc). Three more should be concrete nouns of whatever character you choose (i.e., “bridge,” “sun,” “airplane,” “cat”), and the last two should be verbs. Now, come up with rhymes for each of your ten words. (If you’re having trouble coming up with rhymes, the wonderful Rhymezone is at your service). Use your expanded word-bank, with rhymes, as the seeds for your poem. Your effort doesn’t actually have to rhyme in the sense of having each line end with a rhymed word, but try to use as much soundplay in your poem as possible.
Does this fellow’s face looking disturbingly familiar? ,,, nah! SMH! 🤣
The Suicide Marches of Lemmings
every four years or so, or eight lemmings emerge and fall in line entranced, though certain death awaits undeterred, they lose their minds
resistant to all reasoning when truth is plain, as plain as day pressing on, it’s frightening to watch them sell their souls this way
and as each one succumbs to lies their numbers dwindle as they go over the edge, shutting their eyes and ears to what onlookers know
how tragic is the lemmings’ fate as if they never had a choice deceived, thinking things could be great they drank the koolaid, lost their voice
~kat
NaPoWriMo 2024 – Day 4 Challenge: write a poem in which you take your title or some language/ideas from The Strangest Things in the World. First published in 1958, the book gives shortish descriptions of odd natural phenomena, and is notable for both its author’s turn of phrase and intermittently dubious facts. Perhaps you will be inspired by the “The Self-Perpetuating Sponge” or “The World’s Biggest Sneeze.” Or maybe the quirky descriptions of luminous plants, monstrous bears, or the language of ravens will give you inspiration.
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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