“In each of us there is another whom we do not know.” Carl Jung
how does one
measure life’s seasons
count the years
sixty-one
or two hundred forty-four
slipping into black
~kat
A Shadorma (3/5/3/3/7/5) for MindLoveMiserysMenagerie Sunday Writing Prompt.
you say I
could fix
this…if I cared
enough…an
apology is
all it takes to
make things
right, to damn
the water
hemorrhaging
under the broken
bridge, to
erase the ugly
words, to absolve
me of my
truth that you
can’t bear
to hear, but
you should
know, I don’t
believe you
~kat
A 52 word poem for Sacha’s 52 Weeks in 52 Words Writespiration Challenge with the prompt phrase, “I don’t believe you.”
‘And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.’
—W.B. Yeats
let me linger
let the dawn burn into day
I am content here; let me stay
sunlight streams across my bed
my old cat purring near my head
I don’t have anywhere to be
the birds have come to sing for me
I don’t have anywhere to be
my old cat purring near my head
I am content here; let me stay
sunlight streams across my bed
let the dawn burn into day
~kat
Playing with a twisted round for Jane Dougherty’s ‘A Month With Yeats’ – Day Twenty-Five Poetry Challenge inspired by the verse above from Yeats’ poem, ‘Song of Wandering Aengus’. It’s been a sleepy day.
it is their lies that
are most repulsive…
and watching others
grow drunk from this
drooling drivel
makes me want
to heave
if only I had let myself
linger a bit longer, my lips
drinking in every dazzling
inch, for I am haunted by
things I can’t remember
my favorite moments
are the times I
remember to
trust the voice
of my inner child
souls like roots need
seasons of quiet…the
beautiful dark, deep of
the in between
~kat
So, today is Black Friday in the U.S. I try to avoid going out at the crack of dawn with thousands of crazed shoppers who have been known to fight over the ‘last one left’ of the latest, greatest widget of the day. I don’t need anything that dearly.
But that’s where Dictionary.com’s Word of the Day comes in. It is Pennyworth. And it means pretty much what it sounds like it does: ‘as much as can be bought for a penny’. It also a means: ‘a bargain, a small amount’, and my personal favorite, ‘a person’s contribution to a conversation, especially one that is unwelcome’. It originated ‘before the year 1000; Middle English penyworth, Old English penigweorth’.
It’s a pretty basic word. I couldn’t find much about it to write home about, but there was one thing that caught my eye. Did you know that Batman’s Butler, Alfred’s full name is, Alfred Thaddeus Crane Pennyworth? I did not. So now we can add this new information to our “Things Every Self-Respecting Nerd Needs to Know” Bucket.
Hope you have a great weekend! Here’s a Haiku.
pennyworth seekers
rise before dawn to mingle
with the early birds
~kat
like mercury colliding... 