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The Battle is Real – NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 2

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The Battle is Real – A Cleave Poem (see below for instructions on reading a Cleave*)

you know you want to / oh, I really shouldn’t
no one will notice / but it’s my favorite
just go for it while no one’s looking / of course I can’t; I won’t
you know what they say / the guilt would kill me
better to ask for forgiveness / all it would take is one look at my face
than beg for permission / and they’d know it was me
so go ahead  / just walk away from the table
take that last cookie / you don’t need the calories
it’s calling your name / let someone else
savor every sweet bite / eat the last cookie
somebody has to / you have manners after all
might as well be you / there is reward in doing the right thing

~kat

For Day 2 of NaPoWriMo 2018’s Challenge. Prompt: write a poem that plays with voice.
This is an example the battle that happens inside my head between “good me” and “naughty me”. I thought a cleave poem would be the perfect format.

*Read it top to bottom three times, column one first, then column two, and finally the entire line across.

 

 


Florescence #2

we could learn a few things
from bolshie blooms of spring
amidst frost’s icy sting, reverie

~kat

Day 2’s Florescence for Jane Dougherty’s Daily Florescence Challenge.


Three Day Quote Challenge Day 3

Day Three of my Three Day Quote Challenge…Quotes about Writing…saving the best for last with this delicious quote from Anais Nin…

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So, the rules are

1. Thank the person who nominated you…Thank you Willow <3.

2. Post a quote for three consecutive days (1 quote for each day).

3. Nominate three bloggers each day:
1) Peter at Peter’s Pondering
2) Jan at Strange Goings on in the Shed
3) Michael at Morpethroad


Ode to a Few Books – NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 1

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Ode to a Few Books

There is nothing quite like a book,
hardback, leather or paperbound,
piled high wherever I look,
authors obscure and some, renowned.

Words on fine parchment, glossy, matte,
dog-eared pages to keep my place;
a cup of tea, a purring cat,
a book or two’s, my happy place.

Cases filled to overflowing,
floor to ceiling and wall to wall,
my collection’s ever-growing;
I need more shelves to store them all.

I’ve been told it’s an addiction.
The “h” word, hoarder, has been used.
Tomes of poetry and fiction,
my only vice should be excused.

Every volume is a treasure.
I can’t part with a single one.
Spare me this incessant pressure,
bury them with me when I’m gone!

~kat
Day 1 of NaPoWriMo 2018’s Challenge. Prompt: To write a poem that is based on a secret shame or a secret pleasure.

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Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 1 April 2018


My, my, but I was busy this past week. Spring is in the air and I am positively thrilled with, and inspired by, the sights, sounds and sweet scent of life in bloom!

Today is Easter Day for some as well as April 1st, a day to fool or be fooled. The sun rose this morning in the afterglow of this year’s second full, blue moon. Today a good day…a very good day to be alive. The air is electric; charged with new life. Even grey skies and April showers cannot dampen my joie de vivre! So…Happy Day of Celebration then…whatever the holiday! Have dessert before dinner, nap as long as you please, laugh until your sides ache…breathe…it is ever so good to be!

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 1 April 2018

shadows long, sun shaded,
sweet petal spray
maybe next time
we’ll miss cold come summer
where infinity and magic
restless sleep, pale moonlight
perched above in mourning
we got along just fine, I think.
everything would work out for the best
play for pay
spring’s fragrant, first breath
azure splashed, dappled grey,
ink collecting in the creases….
what secrets linger
sunrise sunset
we swoon, like sea tides do
rush toward the flame | i embrace it like a fool
it is life, running over, raw honey on my tongue
sometimes I think I can hear you thinking

~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.