we hide in bubbles
existence, isolated
chiming in with those
who fancy our delusions
safety is an illusion
~kat~
For Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge, prompt words: Belong: Exist, Chime & Dream: Bubble, Fancy, Delusion, Illusion.
The Lowly Cur
a barbarous fête
chirping, featherless nestlings,
beaks agape, bobbing,
poor worm dangling, sacrificed
to sate the ravenous brood
~kat
A Tanka for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge using synonyms of the words: sing: chirp & celebrate: fête. The dark side of Spring. I love baby birds, but today, I’m remembering the worm. 😉
Revelry
those seeking control
would keep us quaking in fear
better to dictate
their demands, but here’s a spin…
let’s rollick instead, for spite
~kat
A Tanka for Colleen Chesebro’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge using synonyms of the prompt words: Command: control, dictate, demand, & Dance: revel, rollick, spin.
night swelling blackness
moonless, milky spray muted
settling stillness
but for the hissing flicker
of a single wick consumed
~kat
A Tanka for NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 9. Prompt: write a poem in which something big and something small come together.
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... 