
though flowers make me sneeze
dust, pollen, budding trees,
fuzz fluffs on dappled breeze…it’s not snow
~kat

though flowers make me sneeze
dust, pollen, budding trees,
fuzz fluffs on dappled breeze…it’s not snow
~kat
when
is
a
poem
not
a
poem?
does it need to
rhyme
every time?
or must a poem, at the very least, contain iambic feet, syllabic certainty and stanzas
to
be
a
poem?
What about CAPITALS and pun,c;t!u-a….t.i.o.n?
do
they
matter
after all
if
the words
don’t stir
the soul?
while i may not know what makes a proper, perfect poem, i do know what makes me cringe to write or read…
to pen a poem that tells a tale, or pricks the heart, or makes one think is what i strive for…why i bleed.
~kat
NaPoWriMo2018 Day 6 presented us with the challenge to “write a poem that stretches your comfort zone with line breaks”. My poem for today pushes my aesthetic buttons in several ways. If the goal of the challenge was to make me cringe as I plunked one word lines on the screen and dared to suggest that my minimalistic approach is poetry…then this exercise was a complete success. I do hope it does not pain you to read it. 😉


some thought him a fool
nonsensical, crude was he
crazy…like a fox
~kat
For Haiku Horizons Prompt Word: Fool.
if you need to ask what freedom is
you’re not
drape yourself in stars and stripes
do whatever you feel like
hate the man, yeah! go on strike
if you need to ask…
count your pennies, buy more stock
build great walls, install more locks
it only matters who’s on top
what freedom is…
could declare your independence
time is wasted being decent
cash your chips before they’re spent
if you need to ask…
claim your rights, take up your arms
speak your mind, raise false alarms
before the others do you harm
you’re not…
grab what’s yours while you still can
change the rules and take command
always have the upper hand
if you need to ask what freedom is
you’re not
~kat
Had been tweaking this in response to call for poems about freedom. It was too long for the call, but I’m going with it just the same. My blog space will do just fine. 😊

Sarah was running out of time.
With only minutes to spare she scrambled to think of something to say that John would remember years from now when they would meet for the first time…again.
“You remind me of someone I would very much like to know…” she whispered, as she turned away, fading into air.
~kat
A Three Line Tale inspired by the photo above by Charles Etoroma via Unsplash