sevenling (the dawn)
Eos rises, cloak of saffron, glowing
roses blush beneath the mist from her wet kisses
her fiery passion breaks the darkest dark of night
i rise warmed by the glow of this new day
oblivious to this celestial passion play
grateful for the tomorrow promised yesterday
there's something in the air, conjuring the dawn in afterglow
~kat
sevenling (the caregiver)
because i do, and have loved you
for all these beautiful years…decades
through the best and worst, in health, in sickness…til death
vows i didn’t take lightly then
or now, as the piper comes to collect his due
i am a better person for it, because of you
exhausted, not from service, but from watching you suffer
-kat 2023 day two
Another Sevenling on this second day of 2023.
sevenling (a new year)
on the first day the sun shone bright,
clouds streamed swiftly on the azure plane
the breeze was unseasonably warm
we closed another chapter, pages
singed with loss, happy milestones, grief…
what a daunting year it was
past midnight, heartache lingers, still, there is hope
~kat 2023 day one
Why a Sevenling? Because 2023, numerologically speaking, is a Universal Year 7. And what is a sevenling?
the sevenling…
A three line stanza containing three things
A three line stanza containing three (contrasting) things
A one-line stanza that resolves or heightens the contrast
the title includes the word “sevenling” with the given title in parenthesis.
the transparent forest
anything but bleak
season of lace-veiled slumber
secrets of summer
revealed, now dormant nests
and far-off mountain vistas
a backdrop for dreams
beauty in simplicity
where sky’s the limit
don’t sleep too soundly
there is so much to be gleaned
wisdom to ponder
when darkness overtakes us
frost bends the light like crystal
~kat
A tanka-haiku-tanka for the season.
it doesn’t matter
when someone says,
it doesn’t matter
it’s not necessarily
an obstinate
self-defeating,
depreciating,
or rude thing to say
it can be
liberating
when one knows
what matters is
recognizing
what doesn’t...
the worrying,
second-guessing,
soul-crushing
defeatism that happens
when we try to fit in,
be accepted,
follow the rules,
play the game
be noticed…
in fact, not mattering,
where invisibility is a gift,
anonymity, sublime
is where what
matters most,
breathing
loving
being
happens...
the rest
is an illusion,
smoke and mirrors,
the sum of a life
wasted
~kat
I’m actually in a good place…where nothing matters but the things that do. With age comes wisdom and a general “I don’t give a fuck” attitude! When life gets shorter, you realize life is too short! It is glorious place to be!!! Oh my… did I just say/write fuck?!!! Well I don’t give a “you know what”! 🤪
like mercury colliding... 