an ambush of lies, tall tales and such
sets gas lights aflame sowing questions and doubt
verity spiraling, fools out of touch
puppets on strings dance with lengthening snouts
while dark secrets spin behind closed door trysts
those who are woke try to figure it out
there is a legion of tools who insist
up is down, east is west, wrong, is all right
slow turns the screw ‘til truth cannot exist
~kat
while on my morning walk, a looming curse
a faceless copper penny caught my eye
pick it up and certain doom I might unearth
best to leave it there and walk on by
or better yet give it a happy turn
to pass good fortune on to the next guy
a single penny gained is thought absurd
for these days pennies don’t amount to much
even my two cents worth goes unheard
~kat
tossed to the curb, piles of junk, a few toys
nothing of value, or so someone thinks
a find for scavengers; cause to rejoice
they’ll save some collectible gems from the brink
clean them up nice; upload them to eBay…
mind what you pitch with that old kitchen sink
one man’s trash is a treasure, they say,
to those discerning, who know a thing’s worth
there’s still life left in what some throw away
~kat
where has the time gone in our little game
passion has fizzled, we pass in the hall
jump starts fall short, nothing’s the same
battered by life, our love’s weathered it all
the fire’s faded, it’s true, to embers
such comfort, ‘twill do ‘til the reaper calls
given the choice i choose love that’s tender
but how my heart thrilled once, hearing your voice
in the beginning, us…i remember
~kat
The Serbian word “Merak” is a feeling of bliss and the sense of oneness with the universe that comes from the simplest of pleasures. It is the pursuit of small, daily pleasures that all add up to a great sense of happiness and fulfillment.
the gold crescent moon ushers me to bed
its crooked smile hid by cirrus streams
memories of moments fill my sleepy head
at long last, i am flying on moonbeams
serendipity’s bliss attends my dreams
~kat
The following is a streaming version of this week’s Terza Rima Challenge. I planned for it to read like a “day in the life” which was interesting since I wrote a new stanza daily. As an assist I tried to write at progressive hours of the day as the week passed. I am still looking for Merak. And so a new day begins…
Finding Merak
to fly above the earth, a bird’s eye view…
tell me robin red what wonders you see
when on the wing, riding the wind, please do
i dream of flying unencumbered, free
yet suffer from a phobia of heights
with my feet, deeply rooted like a tree
but oh there’s something trees get very right
they meet the wind in dance with tender limbs,
with grace to bend when tempests storm the night
whispering soft, the ancients draw me in
familiar voices touch my heart and soul
stardust and sinew meld beneath my skin
earthing, am i, whilst baring my soles
cool grass tickling, trembling in the breeze
cicadas’ shrill diminuendoes troll
gloaming looms on the cusp of ebony
the scent of musk and rose buds fill my head
amaranth tendrils pierce through lace-trimmed trees
the gold crescent moon ushers me to bed
its crooked smile hid by cirrus streams
memories of moments fill my sleepy head
at long last, i am flying on moonbeams
serendipity’s bliss attends my dreams
~kat
like mercury colliding... 