Category Archives: Random Thoughts and Musings

Echoes of my Neighborhood

Happy Thursday! Yet another installment of Echoes of my Neighborhood, a challenge hosted by Jacqueline at “a cooking pot and twisted tales”. To see other “Echoes” click HERE !

Here in the Mid-Atlantic States in the USA, Spring is in full swing! Just ask any of us who suffer from seasonal allergies. There is a pale coating of pollen on every surface, and trees are on the brink of bursting!

In a week or so, I will wake up one morning and the braches will be fully dressed in bright green leaves!  It’s always a mystery to me when that happens. It’s like a Spring Miracle!

This week I took photos of those trees as they are just beginning to bud. I call the photo montage here…”On the Brink”.

In fact, we are all, at any given time “on the brink” of a miracle. (They happen every day you know!)  What are the signs of an impending miracle where you live? Get ready. You could be blessed any day now! Like these trees you too are on the brink!

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Points – A Haiku

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Photo Credit: Moritz Schmidt

Sincere compliments
like well-placed Scrabble tiles
will earn extra points!

~kat – 31 March 2016

A Three Line Tale for Sonya of Only 100 Words’ Three Line Tale Week Nine prompted by the photo above by Moritz Schmidt. If you would like to read other tales or add your own, click HERE.


Let Them Eat Dirt!

Cartoonist Dave Granlund at davegranlund.com

Politicians hawk their brand, | To the media talking heads

Snake oil purveyors  | who clamor for the latest dirt

whose loyalty is sold | because dirt sells advertising

to the highest bidder… | where truth doesn’t matter…

vile bottom feeders | just don’t call yourselves journalists!

kat ~ 30 March 2016

To learn more about the Cleave poem or to give it a try yourself, click HERE to Jane Dougherty’s poetry challenge.


No More…

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The increasing number of terrorist-driven tragedies has broken my heart. I do pray for the victims, their families…for our world that is becoming increasingly violent. And I also pray that my own heart will never become cold to the horror of such senseless violence. I pray for peace ultimately. I shall never cease to pray for peace…

News of yet another sorrow
Breaks my heart, already bleeding
Hope for peace, to death conceding
Left to fear the next tomorrow.

Hate infuses to the marrow
Hardened hearts that cease believing
News of yet another sorrow
Breaks my heart, already bleeding.

Horror lurches from the shadows
Evil lies in wait deceiving
Pawns emboldened do their bidding
Brazened hearts who blindly follow
News of yet another sorrow
Breaks my heart, already bleeding.

kat ~ 27 March 2016
(Sestet Rondel)

Sestet Rondel Form: A and B are the refrains, with a rhyme scheme of ABba abAB abbaA(B). The meter is open, but typically has eight syllables.


More Sadness…

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