the Pythagoreans have affinity
for this prime number, short a perfect square
lauded as noble, Triad, number three
no other digits ‘fore or aft’ compare
unless you are a theorist of string
three dimensions mete where flat planes meet air
you may not be into this sort of thing
but any geek will school you if you care
three’s beautiful in hue, red, blue and green
~kat
Speaking of Three
With only three days left in July, my final Terza Rima offerings will explore the number 3, stanzas in triplicate. I’ve enjoyed the Terza Rima. Here we go then…
metaphysically, the number three
bespeaks of divine souls who know the muse
theirs is a life of creativity
the alchemy of magic thrice infused
with graces threefold, walking in the light
a powerhouse of elements imbued
those so-called, three, inherit a birthright
optimistic sprites, loyal, filled with glee
three-folks live here with heaven e’er in sight
~kat
I love this week’s ReVerse! I had set for myself a daunting challenge: to write a trio of terza rima stanzas exploring things that slip between the cracks, which of course, they don’t really do, because the cracks
ARE the in between abysses where we lose things. Cracks between the cracks, as it were. That is to say nothing is truly lost to us if we are paying attention.
And pay attention I did this week, to the ‘nth degree. Rather than being exhausting, it was inspiring. A prime for the old pump. I even managed to tackle all my favorite challenges this week, save my own “word of the day” musings. To be honest, the words of the day have been at best, meh, lately, so I’ve given it a rest. This week’s word was punnet, a small container or basket for strawberries or other fruit. Um, so ok. Now you know. Not much more to say about that. 😉
But back to today’s ReVerse! Did I happen to mention how pleased I am with it? Of all the words I wrote this week, these lines are some of my favorites. They play nicely together, don’t you think? Wouldn’t it be lovely if we could all do a reverse and together, get along? Yes, wouldn’t that be lovely.
Have a great week. There are only three more days of Terza Romas to explore…hmmmm, three. Hold that thought. See you on the flip!
remembering when that tree was still green
in the beginning…us, I remember
with you, I would go
no one will remember your words
a swift swing of a bat rendered them headless.
there’s still life left in what some throw away
for these days pennies don’t amount to much
slow turns the screw ‘til truth cannot exist
lounging in streams of sunlit bliss
which makes me wonder
precious treasures overlooked, throngs unfazed,
fair-haired ladies in waiting,
in these trying times
“How much farther?”
“Is that a thing?
between, in darkened cracks where stuff falls through
forever, when they’re botched.
i never wanted to
i live for the sweet
the sun shining too bright
blue, red crush, misting
~kat
A 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 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.
the blood moon sweats
blue, red crush, misting
purple rain, falling
who do they think
they are disturbing
my dark, restless night…
happy squirrels, bird song,
the sun shining too bright
when all I ask is to
wither here in peace
i live for the sweet
in between…dawn and
darkening dusk when
the hot summer sun
is muted
i never wanted to
love you but my
heart always gets
what it wants
~kat
Tattoos hurt! Forever, when they’re botched.
~kat
This week’s Six Word Story Challenge from Wonderwall is prompted by the word “tattoo”. Head over HERE to post your own story in the comment section. Then post it on your blog with a link. Have fun!
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