muddy
ecstasy
spring rain
lingering
winter, frosted gloam
peepers mum
fair dandelion
golden face turned toward the sun
to frost at dawn fades
footprints
rain remnants
to mop
such stillness
peepers choked by frost
in hiding
only to be nipped
by latent cold snaps at dawn
first flowers still rise
~kat
For Tanka Tuesday Challenge to explore the haiku and the senryu, a handful of each in various metered forms: 2/3/2, 3/5/3, 5/7/5 . I love writing little poems!
bewitched by candlelight
flickering in the darkness
peace bellowing
~kat
A Senryu for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge, Synonyms Only, Prompt Words: Mystery (Darkness) & Attract (Bewitch).
let us not consign
ourselves to tolerate
a pittance for lauds
~kat
A Senryu for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge, synonyms only, prompt words, Give (consign) & Receive (tolerate).
The photo is by congerdesign at pixabay.com
I am a windy city, mid-westerner transplanted in this land of giants, a southern city nestled between looming blue mountain peaks. My home sits under a giant star on a century-old plot steps away from the site of World War victory gardens that have sprouted rows of two-storied townhouses.
I will likely breathe my last here in this place of contradictions; of backwoods red-neckers and modern progressive high-risers, old-timers and Gen Z’s. It’s ironic that I moved here to be closer to my children and grandchildren. I rarely see them, life and busyness nipping at their heels, but I love it here just the same. This strange place, with its lilac-honeysuckle infused breezes, evergreen spaces, magnolia trees and mist-draped hollows, is growing on me. My Chicago twang has noticeably tempered to a smooth southern drawl. Y’all come see me sometime.
pause with me a spell
where sunlight bleeds through pine trees
and mourning doves coo
we’ll sip sweetened tea
and talk about the weather
while nor’easterns swell
~kat
A Haibun/with 2 Senryu for NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 12 Challenge Prompt: write a haibun that takes in the natural landscape of the place you live. It may be the high sierra, dusty plains, lush rainforest, or a suburbia of tiny, identical houses – but wherever you live, here’s your chance to bring it to life through the charming mix-and-match methodology of haibun.
of things that go bump
on moonless nights, the veil
pulled back, dimensions
blurred, the tiptoe of specters,
it could be my cats, roaming
there, there now, of course,
a lucid explanation…
but, i don’t have cats
~kat
A bit of whimsy in the form of a Tanka/Senryu for the Day 8 NaPoWriMo 2018 Challenge. Prompt: write a poem in which mysterious and magical things occur. Your poem could take the form of a spell, for example, or simply describe an event that can’t be understood literally.
like mercury colliding... 