never is the moon
more bright than when
it is frosted by clouds
~kat – 8 April 2017
Peace in Pieces – NaPoWriMo 2017 #7
The destroyer U.S.S. Porter launched a Tomahawk missile from the Mediterranean Sea on Friday. Credit: Ford Williams/U.S. Navy, via Associated Press
Peace in Pieces
The sky is falling send in the drones
no place to hide enough is enough
little by little show them who’s boss
hope slips away weak we are not
death is a gift they won’t soon forget
when life is pure hell bomb them to bits
mercy is madness mercy’s for losers
though some live to tell who haven’t a clue
darkness unending bleeding heart saps
no place to hide enough is enough
the sky is falling send in the drones
~kat – 7 April 2017
(NaPoWriMo 2017 #7 – Today’s prompt suggestion was to write something along the lines of “luck” and “fortuitousness”, but I’m afraid I didn’t have the heart for it.
A Cleave Poem – How to read a Cleave Poem (three poems in one) 1) read the Italic column top to bottom 2) Read the Bold column top to bottom 3) read each line across top to bottom)
Inveterate – Friday’s Word of the Day Haiku
It’s Friday. Thank goodness it’s Friday! Today’s dictionary.com Word of the Day is “Inveterate”. It is defined as: settled or confirmed in a habit, practice, feeling, or the like: an inveterate gambler; firmly established by long continuance, as a disease, habit, practice, feeling, etc.; chronic.The Collins Dictionary also adds an obsolete meaning: full of hatred; hostile.
Dictionary.com gives us a nice bit of history on the word:
Inveterate comes from the Latin verb inveterāre “to grow old,” a derivative of the adjective vet(us) “old.” Latin vet- is related to Greek ét-os (Doricwét os) “year” with its derivative etḗsios “yearly” (cf. “etesian winds”). The Latin nouns vitellus and vitulus “calf, bull calf, yearling” are also derivatives of vet(us). The Latin name for Italy, Italia, has the rare form Vitalia (cf. Oscan Víteliú), both of which are from Greek italós (Doricwitalós) “bull,” because Italy was rich in cattle. Inveterate entered English in the 16th century.
There is not much in the way of backstory that I could find for this word apart from its peculiar etymological link to cattle; bulls in particular. If you ask me, there are quite a few derivatives in the above blurb, which makes me a bit suspect. But for the sake of discussion I can probably squeeze some sort of relevance out of all this. For example, bulls are generally seen as stubborn, immovable, etc. Not exactly following the “because Italy was rich in cattle” part. Um, okay…if you say so…that’s nice to know…not.
As for the “growing old” part, it is true that some old people are set in their ways. Routine and habit are comforting ruts for some. But I would venture a guess that not all elder folk are inveterate; some are quite comfortable with movement and change (including me. And I do qualify as a first person expert. I have my AARP card to prove it!). But that’s about all I could muster on this week’s word. It is what it is. As with all bland, so-so words, use em or lose em.
I did discover that as a ten letter word, inveterate will land you a whopping 63 points in Scrabble. Good luck with that. I am lucky when I can use all SEVEN of my allotted letters, let alone TEN! But you can store that in the “obscure word fact” file in your brain. Never know when you might need it.
Have a great weekend!
Signed,
An Inveterate Optimist 🙂
Truth is elusive
to inveterate liars
fiction is the truth
~kat – 7 April 2017
What Matters
photo prompt by © Jellico’s Stationhouse
“What about that old bike?” the auctioneer asked. “Whippets draw a nice price. Collectors always looking for…”
“No,” Abby cut him off, “not the bike. Everything but the bike,” she turned away, tears burning down her cheeks.
“Whatever you say,” he retorted, “just trying to…”
“The rest goes,” Abby repeated. Mom’s china, the silver, Grandma’s Waterford stemware, Daddy’s ivory straight razors, century old heirlooms and the family homeplace; all would soon be cashed in to pay the medical bills.
Grandpa taught her to ride on that bike. His bike. She would ride again. “No, not the bike, Grandpa” she whispered.
kat – 6 April 2017
(100 Words)
For Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers based on this photo prompt by © Jellico’s Stationhouse
Lost in the Storm – NaPoWriMo 2017 #6
I almost forgot last night’s
storm, blinded by radiant
streams of sun bursting
from a breach of clustering,
cumulus billows, remnants
of a tempest not content
to blow over lightly, swelling
instead into her next fit
of fury…I almost forgot
how crazed you were,
even your smile cannot
span the breach between
us…not yet…maybe never.
-kat – 6 April 2017
(NaPoWriMo 2017 – Optional Prompt – “Write about different ways of looking at something.” I decided to tackle the challenge in on poem.)
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