
breathing is overrated
when beautiful wild flowers
blossom and fresh spring
scents sweeten the
breeze…I wither while
they bloom
~kat

breathing is overrated
when beautiful wild flowers
blossom and fresh spring
scents sweeten the
breeze…I wither while
they bloom
~kat

night swelling blackness
moonless, milky spray muted
settling stillness
but for the hissing flicker
of a single wick consumed
~kat
A Tanka for NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 9. Prompt: write a poem in which something big and something small come together.

I imagine words that become poems are like fireflies, floating in my head; flying embers, glowing amber-red, ever so briefly, lost forever if I don’t snatch them up, singeing my fingertips ink black.

shush, can you hear it?
the flicker of a new thought
becoming a word
~kat
An “Extreme Haibun” (55 words maximum for the whole poem) for Jane Dougherty’s Daily Poem Prompt.

of things that go bump
on moonless nights, the veil
pulled back, dimensions
blurred, the tiptoe of specters,
it could be my cats, roaming
there, there now, of course,
a lucid explanation…
but, i don’t have cats
~kat
A bit of whimsy in the form of a Tanka/Senryu for the Day 8 NaPoWriMo 2018 Challenge. Prompt: write a poem in which mysterious and magical things occur. Your poem could take the form of a spell, for example, or simply describe an event that can’t be understood literally.

spring is in flux, bitter
frost nip, songbird chitter,
shadow perched, a-twitter, shivering
~kat
Florescence #8 for Jane Dougherty, who created this lovely new poetry form.