it is a party
when paint chips drop to the beat
of feet boogieing
~kat
For Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge, Prompt Words: beat & party.
Florescence Day 23
i’m warming to the gray
of these damp, dreary days
perfect for inside play and nap time
~kat
For Jane’s Daily Florescent Poem Challenge. Another gray rainy day here in the valley. 🙂
genius
Genius
i see things
things no one else can see
and i hear voices, audible, clear
as clear as i am speaking to you this moment
‘they have medication,’ you whisper
to silence the voices.’
if you knew
what it is like to be
just a tad twisted, you’d want it too
this superpower…to plunge into the abyss
to emerge free, illuminated
having slept with the muse
her kisses
sweet as honey, boiling
singeing you from your core to your skin
through your veins, from beating heart, excruciating,
electricity’s spark pulsating
to finger tips, burning
write it down
it takes madness, a touch,
to see the world as I do…listen
can you hear the rose petals laughing, leaves trembling?
oh, nothing compares to lunacy
keep your medication
leave me be.
~kat
A Triquain Swirl (3-6-9-12-9-6-3-6-…etc) for Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt: This week’s focus is super powers.
It Could Happen… NaPoWriMo 2018 – Day 22
Day 22 – NaPoWriMo 2018 Prompt: take one of the following statements of something impossible, and then write a poem in which the impossible thing happens:
The sun can’t rise in the west.
A circle can’t have corners.
Pigs can’t fly.
The clock can’t strike thirteen.
The stars cannot rearrange themselves in the sky.
A mouse can’t eat an elephant.
You know me. when given a list and a choice, I generally choose them all. It’s a running theme.
It Could Happen…
that day when pigs flew, it’s true,
first class, no less, to avoid
all the mice that they’d trapped in
their wheels, churning in circles
producing square profits for
bottom line trawlers, that day
when stars realigned and the
mice jumped their traps, devouring
the elephants in the room
all this, they did, just past noon,
at thirteen zero zero;
mice, in chorus, were heroes
that day we’ll remember,
when news traveled the wires
dawning bright, east to the west
a sweeping blue wave changed
history’s course, what a day
when impossible dreamers
dreamed dreams once again
and tea bagging cups dug graves,
their own, with silvery spoons
that day, the pigs flew the coups
~kat
Florescence Day 22
pink-lavender blooms
pop, brightening the gloom
a sign spring’s coming soon, on the brink
~kat
For Jane, another nature-inspired Florescence poem. Didn’t see a 22 from Jane today…linking to her 21.
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