
when the wind
bellows through a forest
it’s the trees
that yield,
not those that are unbending,
that endure unmoved
~kat
A Shadorma (3/5/3/3/7/5) for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge. Today’s Prompt Theme – “The Illusion of Power”.
when the wind
bellows through a forest
it’s the trees
that yield,
not those that are unbending,
that endure unmoved
~kat
A Shadorma (3/5/3/3/7/5) for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge. Today’s Prompt Theme – “The Illusion of Power”.
Sof ha’olam, smolah
at the end of the world, turn left
normal’s not normal anymore
follow the path due north, head west
at the end of the world, turn left
take what you need and leave the rest
dust off those dreams, let your heart soar
at the end of the world, turn left
normal’s not normal anymore
~kat
A Triolet for NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 22: find an idiomatic phrase from a different language or culture, and use it as the jumping-off point for your poem.
Hebrew – (Sof ha’olam, smolah) סוף העולם שמאלה. – “At the end of the world, turn left.”
A Triolet is a poetic form consisting of only 8 lines. Within a Triolet, the 1st, 4th, and 7th lines repeat, and the 2nd and 8th lines do as well. The rhyme scheme is simple: ABaAabAB, capital letters representing the repeated lines.
what do i know?
i don’t know
much
the older i get
less
than i thought i knew
everyday i learn something new and have more questions
~kat
The Pi-Archimedes verse is:
○ a hexastich, a poem in 6 lines.
○ measured by the number of words in each line 3-1-4-1-5-9 to match the numerical sequence of the first six digits of Pi.
○ unrhymed.
Pi=3.14159…
affluent hoarding
a legacy of poverty means that even in times
of plenty, one cannot quench the urge to fill
cupboards with rows of non-perishables, that
will ultimately collect dust, but they are there,
just in case; there’s a propensity to buy two
of everything, to maintain double locks on
doors, to install shades and opaque curtains
to keep the outside, out; to have the car
loaded always with no less than half a tank,
blankets, rations, loose change, because one
never knows; all while obsessing over bank
account balances, due dates, a daily ritual,
a masochistic exercise, of checking dwindling
numbers especially when managing a joint
account with someone whose life was not
touched by empty cupboards, homelessness,
insufficient funds, and never enough, no never
enough, double-check, even when there is
~kat
For Time, Love, Misery’s Menageries Sunday Writing Prompt – the theme this week is Peace of Mind.