we winter in hope
when the last leaf has fallen
and the blue, crisp and clear, is revealed
behind a tangled web of exposed branches
we can cling to the promise of spring
buds of hope waiting to bloom anew
~kat
A Gogyohka for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday – Poet’s Choice Prompt.
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”.
I see red when I hear
their slow sad voices repeating
the lies of a fool who
secretly hates them;
their hearts poisoned by darkness.
It is of no use trying to
save them for they are long
gone…I must look away, smile,
and melt into blue.
~kat
Magnetic Poetry the Poet Kit.
It is autumn. The trees are turning, letting go. I should let go too. After a lifetime of clinging to expectations, you would think I’d have learned a thing or two. About letting go. About not holding on for too long, way past the point of no return. It’s a hazard of course, of optimism, of wishful thinking.
A dozen of more leaves drift from the treetops, settling softly on the damp ground as I imagine myself turning, turning. No amount of angst will change what is. Time to let go. Time to ride the wind instead of leaning into it full-faced, stubborn, unmoved. I wish you peace and health and love.
Sunday’s ReVerse – 25 October 2020
aflame in red, amber, gold,
listen to the wind and chill
there is no calm, no eye
I keep forgetting to breathe
barely forming waves, the air
this life is not for the feigned of heart
but half of us are wide awake
wintering beneath the dust
~kat
A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) 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 ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week…or in this case, the past few weeks.
blooms from dust
weeds burst into seed
wintering beneath the dust
first to bloom come spring
what does it say about our soul
when half of us subscribe to hate
‘twas apathy led to this fate
spiraling down this rabbit hole
inhabited by greedy trolls
who prey upon us while we sleep
and fill our heads with lies and tweets
but half of us are wide awake
we’ll right what’s wrong, for all our sake,
that day when love takes to the streets
~kat
Ronovan’s Decima Poetry Challenge – Prompt word FATE – B Line Rhyme and Haiku Poetry Challenge – Prompt words DUST & WEED.
like mercury colliding... 