
dawn is truth’s ally
its light burns fog into mist
exposing secrets
~kat ~ 1 March 2017
For Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge, prompt words: Secret & Burn.

dawn is truth’s ally
its light burns fog into mist
exposing secrets
~kat ~ 1 March 2017
For Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge, prompt words: Secret & Burn.
how fragile life is
a hiccup in time
how fragile life is
touched by the divine
miraculously
a hiccup in time
yet vast as the sea
a breath, a soft sigh
miraculously
though all things must die
to be born again
a breath, a soft sigh
beginning to end
interconnected
to be born again
sweetly perfected
how fragile life is
interconnected
how fragile life is
kat ~ 28 February 2017
(A Terzanelle Poem)

Still reeling from the chaotic beginning of my week. Adding a second magnetic poem to make up for my poetry form for yesterday…
…almost back on track…knock on laminate. 😉
you know…
it would be lovely
to have a do-over
this week…
like the blossoms
in spring!
kat – 28 February 2017
(Magnetic Poetry – Nature Kit)
I was going to try to explain my tardiness…but, what can I say? It was your typical Monday…CRAZY day! 🙂
this was one of those
dark coffee mornings,
cloudy, wild, work days
but I always smile as if…
you get the picture…
but I sail along only by
remembering to breathe
and lingering over
my hot cup o’ magic.
kat ~ 28 February 2017


Photo from Pixabay.com
Twittering Tale #18 – The Round-Up:
From Di at Pensivity101…who I totally overlooked in the first draft of the roundup! Please forgive me Di…
The meteor shower was fast.
As the rocks fell, an eerie glow engulfed the lake house,
And by the time it was all over,
It had vanished.
(132 Characters)
From Michael at Morpethroad:
From Nicola at Sometimes Stellar Storyteller:
Frenzied meteors razed everything, yet recoiled from the house. As did we.
Childhood terror clamoured to be heard, but to live we must enter.
(141 Characters)
From Patrick at I Can’t Possibly be Wrong All the Time:
That night we gathered at the lakehouse.
We knew that come dawn, only one of us would be traveling back across the pier to shore.
Or none.
(136 Characters)
From Reena at ReInventions:
The house looked perfect for a honeymoon night, under a starlit sky. She had not realized that this would become her gateway to heaven.
(135 characters)
From Martha Shaw, Poet, Writer, Artist:
Uncle Bob retired to Cape Cod, was widowed, and kept company with others left behind. Wild rabbits popped by to visit regularly.
(128 characters)
From Francine at Woman Walks Max:
We’re here, magic holiday tryst. Smell the rotting house, the foetid lake. Wild apocalyptic skies, fab. Those Undead Trip Advisor 5 stars so true. Just no virgins.
(163 Characters)
From Bobby Fairfield :
I sat watching as the meteor shower continued overhead. If the ones I had been in contact with were coming, I knew it would be tonight.
(135 Characters)
From Lorraine at 25 words more or less:
Magic. They watched the meteors streaking by. “See,” she said, “how beautiful the starscape is out here beyond the city.”
(121 Characters)
From Kathryn, Another Foodie Blogger:
The couple gazed wistfully at the lake cabin from their canoe under the shooting stars, thoughts of retirement dancing in their heads.
(134 Characters)
From Pat at Black Cat Alley:
Craning her neck, she stepped back, star struck and smitten.
The railing cracked.
An echoing ‘thwack’ bit the night – she hit the water.
(138 Characters)
From Jane at Jane Daugherty Writes:
As alien missiles whined through the night sky, the Trojan House rose on stilts and bore down on the sleeping town.
(115 Characters)
From Leara at Leara Writes:
Waves lap beneath. Meteors rain. An unassuming girl in an unassuming house extends an inhuman mind across galaxies to a long forgotten home.
(139 Characters)
“I really don’t think earth had anything to do with it.” Perseid replied!
The estate agent refused to let the couple view the house.Yet they were drawn in. It was a phantom that fed on souls.The couple were lost.
(138 Characters)
From Irena at Books and Hot Tea:
She lives surrounded by the sea. Earth makes her uneasy, the home of slimy creatures that are even now devouring the flesh of her victims.
(138 characters)
and here’s my tale that kicked it all off:
She had to get away before he killed her. A friend had a remote beach house where she would be safe.
At water’s edge, he watched and waited.
(140 Characters)
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Here is your photo prompt for this last day of February. What do you see? Have fun and see you next week.

Photo from Pixabay.com
The bitter-sweet fusion of sulfur and gasoline seared her nostrils. She flung the match into the darkened room; the past best left to ashes.
(140 Characters)
~kat