
a familiar tune
songbirds at dawn, mourning doves
sweet melancholy
~kat
For Haiku Horizons, Prompt Word: Tune.

a familiar tune
songbirds at dawn, mourning doves
sweet melancholy
~kat
For Haiku Horizons, Prompt Word: Tune.

Photo From Commonwealth of Virginia Tourism
Virginia
is for Lovers they say
unless, of course, your name was Loving
or Adam, and your lover was Steve, or say, Bruce
where they don’t mind asking , or telling
you, ‘take your sorry self
somewhere else’
an abomination,
you are, so says their GOP god
a sinner to the unforgivable degree
much worse than a murderer, even
love is love except in
Virginia,
Mother of Presidents,
Great Commonwealth, Old Dominion,
Appomattox, Where The Nation Came Together
in your ever-loving southern heart
civil battles still rage
but not love
~kat
A Triquain Swirl for NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 23 Prompt:…use a regional or local phrase from your hometown that you don’t hear elsewhere…I used a handful of local slogans and phrases. They are in BOLD in the poem.
~kat
For NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 23, Prompt: Today, we challenge you to honor this idea with a poem based in sound. The poem, for example, could incorporate overheard language. Perhaps it could incorporate a song lyric in some way, or language from something often heard spoken aloud (a prayer, a pledge, the Girl Scout motto). Or you could use a regional or local phrase from your hometown that you don’t hear elsewhere, e.g. “that boy won’t amount to a pinch.”

it is a party
when paint chips drop to the beat
of feet boogieing
~kat
For Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge, Prompt Words: beat & party.

i’m warming to the gray
of these damp, dreary days
perfect for inside play and nap time
~kat
For Jane’s Daily Florescent Poem Challenge. Another gray rainy day here in the valley. 🙂

Genius
i see things
things no one else can see
and i hear voices, audible, clear
as clear as i am speaking to you this moment
‘they have medication,’ you whisper
to silence the voices.’
if you knew
what it is like to be
just a tad twisted, you’d want it too
this superpower…to plunge into the abyss
to emerge free, illuminated
having slept with the muse
her kisses
sweet as honey, boiling
singeing you from your core to your skin
through your veins, from beating heart, excruciating,
electricity’s spark pulsating
to finger tips, burning
write it down
it takes madness, a touch,
to see the world as I do…listen
can you hear the rose petals laughing, leaves trembling?
oh, nothing compares to lunacy
keep your medication
leave me be.
~kat
A Triquain Swirl (3-6-9-12-9-6-3-6-…etc) for Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt: This week’s focus is super powers.