A Tragedy

I don’t know how I did this, but I linked to LAST week’s prompt! Time is standing still for so many of us, isn’t it? I can sense our collective gasp as we watch our government heartlessly try to unravel any forward movement in the gun debate – which should not be a debate. I still believe this time is different. The children give me hope.

Maybe I was meant to revisit last week’s prompt. Though I know…I owe you another poem Colleen. For now, there is this…


A Tragedy

no courage in the
hallowed halls of congress,
in their attachment
to power and lobbyists
they entrench death into law

but for the passion,
the rage of our brave children,
all honor is slain

~kat

A Tanka/Senryu for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge using synonyms of the words, character: courage, honor and affection: passion, attachment.


zen…noise ~ A Haiku

unattainable
amidst the cacophony
zen is elusive

~kat

For Ronovan Writes Haiku Poetry Prompt: Zen & Noise (Cacophony).


Vanish – A Haiku

the fog clears
vanishing to blue
sunburned mist

~kat

For Haiku Horizons’ Challenge, Prompt Word, Vanish.


Cherita-Day 22

flag at half staff

sign of tragedy but
which one

school shooting…or
death of a government
official?

~kat~

 


House as Self – Sunday Writing Challenge

You never know when you might need that 3-inch lug-nut wrench that came with the baby gate I had when my kids were toddling.

“How old are my kids?” you ask.

Well, if you must know, they have children of their own now. All the more reason to hang onto that little tool. Never know when they might need it.

“And the keys?” you ask, “What are they for?”

Well, that black one? That was from my first apartment. Great place that was. Just a block away from downtown. Loved that place. And that tiny one? My very first diary. I still have it…somewhere…I think. The others? I’m not sure. But someone knows. So I keep them around, just in case.

I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that all of this junk is useless. But I’ll have you know that I’m the first one everyone comes to when they need tape, a pen, a battery or a rubber-band. I can be counted on for a paper clip in a pinch, or a bandaid or one of those adapter thingies that you use to plug a three-pronged plug into a two-pronged outlet.

Junk you say? I know, and you do too, that you would be lost without me, but it’s okay if you don’t want to admit it. You know I’ll always be here if you need me. Remember that next time you need a twist-tie.

~kat

For MindLoveMiserysMenagerie Sunday Writing Prompt:”House as Self”. They say you can tell a lot about a person by the parts of a house that they are drawn to. I find myself reflected not in a particular room or space, but a drawer…a junk drawer to be exact. You know you love me…😉