eat the damn
cake…do it
dance naked
drink champagne
you are here
to celebrate
i listen to the
little voices in
my head
they know my
heart best
some say peace comes
before the storm
but watchers follow
its path and see
its wild nature
they never rest
whisper me lies
fill my head with
sweet nothings
i need peachy pink
drivel when
things wax ugly
~kat
Magnetic Poetry. Play online HERE.
Waiting to Soar
I’m waiting…for tomorrow’s sun…for the rainbow’s somewhere…for truth’s consequences…for the stars to grant my wishes…for my turn to cross troubled water’s bridge…for a glimmer…for a sign…for a hero…for angels…for the best, yet to come…for the impossible dream…for a snowball’s chance…for justice…for peace…for the other shoe to drop…for people to wake up…for someone to give a f- …I’m waiting…feet planted firmly, rooted in fear, dogma, culture, tradition…a girl can dream.
excruciating, the wait,
baited shallow breath, fading
cruel, fickle mistress, Hope,
eternal spring seductress,
fluent in vain sweet nothings
settling for dross
soaring wingless on what if’s
nothing ventured gained
~kat
A Haibun/Tanka/Haiku trio for Colleen Chesebro’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, prompt works “Soar” and “Wait”.
dark shade, wild souls
in rain-drenched hollows
giddy twirls beneath wet arches
shrill cicada crescendos
I heard he lost his marbles!
a heart surrenders, knowing
a prisoner of the castle
there is no safe place
so optimus prime
he often argued with a gun barrel
rain drops on roses
we need a hard stop
eternity is only
a thousand moments
roses wear diamonds
A shi sai or ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the shi sai features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.
roses wear
diamonds after
a storm to let
us see the sweet
in the bitter
a thousand moments
make a life but
only a handful
touch our hearts
enough to
remember
eternity is only
too long and vast
for those
lingering in
the past
if information
is power, why
don’t more intelligent
forces rule….
we need a hard stop
and system upgrade
~kat
This week’s wisdom proved by the magnets found in the Original, Love, Poet and Geek kits at Magnetic Poetry Online.
Mental
The pyramids he built had magical powers, sharpening his used razor blades while happy-sad Jesus watched from a frame on the wall.
Then he dismantled the family car, replicating a Chilton’s Manual diagram on the driveway.
He often argued with a gun barrel. It had the last word eventually, silencing the voices.
~kat
A word about this week’s 52 Words in 52 Weeks Story. The prompt was “pyramids”.
When most people think of “pyramids” they think of the ancient wonders in Egypt. When I hear the word “pyramid” it triggers memories of my dad and one of his many obsessions.
No one noticed the signs, or if they did they didn’t say, because we didn’t talk about mental illness back then. People suffered in silence, or self medicated with alcohol like my dad. He may very well have been a genius, but he was also bat-shit crazy. I loved him dearly; he terrified me. He was the “monster” of my childhood nightmares.
So I’m stepping up on my soapbox for a moment. Mental illness is not a weakness or embarrassment. We need to talk about it. For heaven’s sake, if you or someone you love is suffering, get help. There is help to be found. There is no one like you. Really. No one like you.
And if writing about this can help save just one person from my dad’s fate, it will have been worth pouring my heart out on this page….
like mercury colliding... 