the hazing starts when we are girls, sheltered from the outside world where monsters claim the unsuspecting we fledge our natal nests expecting limitless opportunity… too soon smacked by reality that most of us will just make do while fate rewards a chosen few we learn to make the best of it find happiness in simple shit work our fingers to the bone and if we’re lucky build a home find love, companionship, have kids for most of us, that’s all there is and it’s enough, we tell ourselves our dreams collecting dust long-shelved our parents didn’t mean to lie they hoped we’d crack the ceilinged sky but we were set up from the start ensuring disappointed hearts only to learn life’s bittersweet where happiness and sorrow meet and if we live to see old age our minds intact, our bodies razed as memories flash in our mind’s eye at least we can admit we tried, gave it all we had and then some fought to glimpse another sun though life is messy, it is all hard to let go when the sickle falls
1- the day and gloam meet subtle wafts of musky air, leaves, weary of summer heat crisp, clinging tight where parched sap chokes mid-limb, no life to spare
2- pencils freshly sharp notes of soft wood, shaved lead, tools of learning the three R’s, art, notebooks, college-ruled students, masked, head anxiously to school
3- pumpkin that and this, ad nauseam, morning brew concoctions promising bliss at a price, it’s new again, some wait all year, sad but true
4- blink and time is gone soft body, aching, graying, dreams unrealized, nights long and dark, days fading winter coming soon, too soon, just saying
5- another harvest wisdom gleaned from books and tears choose your poison, leave the rest the death we most fear… not living life full while we are here
~kat
A new form, to me at least, lured me from hiding…actually, forced me from what has become the chaos of surviving. I paired it with my own creation, the horatiodet. Ode to my favorite season.
The cadralor is a poem of 5, unrelated, numbered stanzaic images, each of which can stand alone as a poem, is fewer than 10 lines, and ideally constrains all stanzas to the same number of lines. Imagery is crucial to cadralore: each stanza should be a whole, imagist poem, almost like a scene from a film, or a photograph. The fifth stanza acts as the crucible, alchemically pulling the unrelated stanzas together into a love poem. By “love poem,” we mean that your fifth stanza illuminates a gleaming thread that runs obliquely through the unrelated stanzas and answers the compelling question: “For what do you yearn?” gogyoka
Horatiodet is a total of 5 lines, syllable count: 5-7-7-5-9 / rhyme scheme: ababb. In other words, it is a short Horatian Ode (only one stanza), a form based on the style of Horace, Quintus Horatius Flaccus (December 8, 65 BC – November 27, 8 BC), the leading Roman lyric poet.
i dress myself in tears these days not for me, i weep for others orphaned children, childless mothers victims of cruelty and hate
justice denied for those who wait i feel their pain, those who suffer i dress myself in tears these days not for me, i weep for others
for every soul who’s led astray hope one day we can recover learn to care for one another with compassion, kindness and grace i dress myself in tears these days
~kat
Well I completely fell off the NaPoWriMo wagon this year! This poem is based on one of the prompts. I’ve been adding a line or two over the past week when i have the time. Along with my day job, I have been caring for a sick pup who requires a special home cooked diet (our other pups are on the diet as well to avoid food nabbing) and with two very large dogs (175lbs and 125lbs) and a small one (20lbs) I am cooking daily along with all the household chores, while my partner works a second part-time job to pay the medical bills for our Winston. we don’t know how long he will be with us but are doing what we can to make his life a good one. How could anyone say no to this face!
In case i didn’t mention it, this is a Rondel. Here are the rondel poetry form rules: 1. Poem consists of 13 lines in 3 stanzas 2. Rhyme scheme: ABba/abAB/abbaA (uppercase letters are refrains) 3. Usually 8 syllables per line
bare tree limb tips dipped in green, white and lavender sunlight lingering into the evening, peepers peeping at dusk, worms slithering from the damp dark, bees, butterflies, spiders and ants, buzz, flit and creep, a hint of wet clay, fading leaves and first blooms in the mist and this, the first hummingbird sighting at the nectar jars outside my window it’s official...spring is finally here
~kat
NaPoWriMo2021 - Day 13 Prompt: This one is short and sweet: write a poem in the form of a news article you wish would come out tomorrow.
dearest muse you’ve been so silent fill my head with sweet nothings to pour on the page ~kat
dearest kat you’ve been too busy there is no room in your head the page, left wanting ~muse
Still playing catch up. Today’s letters give a clue as to why! For NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 11 Prompt: Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a two-part poem, in the form of an exchange of letters. The first stanza (or part) should be in the form of a letter that you write either to yourself or to a famous fictional or historical person. The second part should be the letter you receive in response. These can be as short or long as you like, in the form of prose poems, or with line breaks – and of course, the subject matter of the letters is totally up to you.
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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