sometimes joy comes when
we are not looking
it may be there, lingering
on a cool salty breeze
or in a steaming porcelain cup…
it could be
in a dog’s wet kisses,
baby’s breath or red velvet cake
or smiling eyes and belly laughs…
but here’s the thing
you have to notice it to
be blessed.
kat ~ 6 February 2017
Magnetic Poetry – Poet Kit
“They Know Not” – Watercolor Painting by Kat Myrman
Fear makes us do crazy things.
What frightens you most?
Are you free?~ kat – 4 February 2017
I am full of questions now. Here is another quinzaine to ponder …
“Pro Life” is a misnomer.
Is life eternal?
What is death?~ kat – 4 February 2017
Wow! This poetry form is like a brain worm! It might even be the key to solving the world’s woes!!! More questions…
Happiness is everything.
What makes you happy?
Glass half full?~ kat – 4 February 2017
Okay…one more. Then I need to turn off my inquiring mind. I have things to do today!
We can never know the truth.
Is truth absolute?
Do you think?~ kat – 4 February 2017
The Quinzaine
This poetry form is one I’ve never tried before. Warning…it can be addictive once you give your deepest questions a voice. Don’t let its brevity fool you. This seemingly simple 15 syllable French poetry form is one powerful little dynamo. Here is a bit from Shadow Poetry explaining what makes a quinzaine a quinzaine, in case you want to give it a try:
“The English word quinzaine come from the French word qunize, meaning fifteen. A quinzaine is an unrhymed verse of fifteen syllables. These syllables are distributed among three lines so that there are seven syllables in the first line, five in the second line and three in the third line (7/5/3). The first line makes a statement. The next two lines ask a question relating to that statement.”
remember when we were
a melting pot of soft hearts
open to the young and the old,
man, woman and child;
a brilliant sea of colors and voices
celebrating all as one; not less than.
it is not too late
to heal our broken world
by first making peace with ourself.
~kat – 2 February 2017
(Magnetic Poetry – Poet Kit)
Ribbons of golden sunlight splay
the shades of gray
as glooming clouds
descend like shrouds.
Her chilling kiss of icy mist
denies our bliss;
Chilled to the bone
we rush for home.
But though the day seems dark and cold
Winter grows old.
Her days are few.
Spring plans a coup!
~kat – 3 February 2017
(Minute Poem)
The Minute Poem is rhyming verse form consisting of 12 lines of 60 syllables written in strict iambic meter. The poem is formatted into 3 stanzas of 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables. The rhyme scheme is as follows: aabb, ccdd, eeff.
So like a leaf, with a transparent white stem that had been battered by a storm; frayed fluff and separated barbs in shades of silvery gray, ochre and indigo. If I hadn’t been looking down I might have missed the feather.
I wondered if the bird who lost it, missed it, or if it took its passing as a commonplace event, like clipping one’s fingernails.
I picked it up and headed home with a lilt in my step; me and my tiny single wing.
©kat – 28 January 2017
Written for an essay writing exercise at the Roanoke Regional Writer’s Conference – 28 January 2017
like mercury colliding... 