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i am persuaded
that no thing is important
it’s true, things perish
~kat
For Haiku Horizon’s Poetry Prompt: Bring (Persuade).
Merlin – 42 Day 31
no concept
of personal space
nudging closer, closer
sprawled on my chest
heavy feet kneading rhythmically
nose to nose, breath to breath
~kat
Here we are on the last day of Jane Dougherty’s Daily Poem Challenge, “42”. I am certain that there are many questions left unanswered, even after an exhaustive 31 day effort. I had several unfinished drafts in my notebook. This one seemed to me to be a perfect one to finish and end on. My cat Merlin has a way of putting things into perspective for me when I become too bothered with the questions of life. His message, I am sharing with you today…
“You don’t have anywhere you need to be ‘mon chéri’ (yes, he talks to me this way…), except right here. Let me feel your fingers behind my ears and along my back as I press my paws against your soft flesh. All you need to do this minute, my dear Kat, is look deeply into my eyes and breathe…in and out…slowly…just breathe…your questions and their answers can wait.”
It’s been fun Jane. Thanks for the poetry form prompt. 🙂
…as a hatter
…as a hatter
daydreams
rollicking mirth
could hint that one is mad
for believing utopias
exist
~kat
A cinquain for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge, synonyms only for the words, fantasy (daydreams, utopia) and merry (rollicking, mirth, mad).
The Fish Pond
Photo by © Connie Gayer.
Ned’s wife wanted a fish pond.
“Oh Ned,” Charlotte swooned, “you know I’ve always dreamed of it. A shallow basin swimming with beautiful koi, water lilies, edged with smooth boulders, horsetail reeds, lizard tails, I love those, and corkscrew rush…and maybe a little fountain, with lights. Betty told me their guy installed it all in a day. Should I call him? She said he’d give us a fair price.”
Ned nodded, as his dear wife spoke. “I can do it honey,” he said.
Three weeks later, knee deep in spring water Ned relented, “Char…that guy….you still have his number?”
~kat
99 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers flash fiction challenge inspired by this photo by © Connie Gayer.
why so shocked – 42 Day 30
why so shocked
it’s not like we didn’t know
such fools…we deserve this mess
and more, for our willful indifference
this monstrosity is our own doing,
every unearthed revelation, every vulgar tweet,
ironic, how greatness has become our undoing
~kat
For Jane Dougherty’s Daily Poem Challenge 42.
My political commentary for the day. Nothing should shock us anymore, and yet, we still find ourselves dumbfounded, mouth agape, staring blankly at our screens, every time a new “truth” comes to light and the talking heads jabber away with feigned outrage (secretly happy for the increased ratings to be had for their latest expose’).
One thing I have noticed has changed, however. We are no longer afraid of the “L” word. We no longer tiptoe around it as was the practice only a few short years ago. It is not uncommon to hear it proclaimed without even a blip of hesitation. “The president LIED.” “Well that is just a lie.” No more, “maybe it’s alternative facts”, “maybe he really believes it”, no more, “to say something is a lie, we must know the intent of the liar, and of course it is impossible to know intent…” Apparently, we are past giving a pass to this liar in chief who cannot tell the truth…ever. And that I believe is a good thing. Oh there are still the die-hards who believe every cockamamie thing that comes from his orange face; who believe every word he tweets with his tiny fingers. Nothing will ever convince them otherwise. But I am encouraged that the truth seems to be making a slow, steady comeback by default. Truth is still a bit elusive, but the fact that we can acknowledge a lie when it is a lie, is a good start.
Peace.
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