A Haiku based on the prompt word: Time, for Haiku Horizons.
Time is elusive
Dribbling through our fingers
Never to return.
kat ~ 13 June 2016
Time – A Haiku
Time is elusive
Dribbling through our fingers
Never to return.
Tragedy’s Lament
Once again the
mothers weep and
hide their children
safe to keep, as
talking heads, their
blood lust slaking,
vomit spin to
boost their ratings.
Lines are drawn and
trenches dredged as
pols fight for the
winning edge, and
fear and loathing set
the stage for
wayward zealots
venting rage.
We pride
ourselves as
civilized and
judge the
stranger with
our eyes, but
souls reside where
we can’t see, the
other’s not our
enemy. Remember
when you seek to
blame, under the
skin we are
the same.
kat ~ 12 June 2016
Do You Remember?
Do you remember when you lost your way?
For some it was disguised as childplay
In cool divisive shades of pink and blue,
the lines were drawn according to the rules
And differences were judged in stark display.
Some fragile hearts were broken in the fray
of bitter battles between us and they
And lines were blurred obscuring every truth.
Do you remember?
How magnificent you are in every way.
Your life’s a precious gift infused with grace.
Don’t let world fraught with fear subdue
the beauty of your soul that makes you, You…
Do you remember?
kat – 12 June 2016
(a Rondeau)
A Rondeau is a French form, 15 lines long, consisting of three stanzas: a quintet, a quatrain, and a sestet with a rhyme scheme as follows: aabba aabR aabbaR. Lines 9 and 15 are short – a refrain (R) consisting of a phrase taken from line one. The other lines are longer (but all of the same metrical count)
Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 12 June 2016
Happy Sunday! Another chapter and verse review of the past week. An interesting Shi Sai, in that it reads more like a story than poetry, but that doesn’t surprise me. I was able to carve out a bit of time to participate in a few flash fiction challenges. I’ve missed those!
So today I give you a prose poem that tells a story of its own. And as with any good story there is a simple lesson to take away. In a nutshell I think this week was telling me to say what I mean… and mean what I say. And it’s also a reminder to me that I need to say the important things while the people who mean the most to me are still here to hear me say them.
Tell those that you love that you do, speak kindly to strangers, don’t hold your tongue when it comes to the truth. Life is too short for regrets.
Love and light to you…and peace…always peace. ❤️
Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 12 June 2016
I’ll probably regret this…oh well!
sometimes it’s best to leave things alone.
…slips of the tongue…
Who would do such a thing?!
…full of chatter, laughter and memories of those that were lost
gloaming on the cusp
We have gravitated to other means of speaking our mind…
clipping through choppy swells
as if they truly mean it…
Why couldn’t you just tell me while you were still here…kat ~ 12 June 2016
The Letter – Part 8
All previous chapters of this series may be found HERE.
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The Letter – Part 8
“I think I need to sit.”
Laura’s mother pulled a chair close tapping the seat. “I’m so sorry Laura. I’m sorry we kept this from you, but your father promised Tom…”
“And I am a man of my word, Laura. You know that.” Her father interjected. “But your mom is right. Grace should know. We had hoped it would not be us who had to tell her.”
“Well, I don’t understand. How is this possible, if June is Grace’s biological mother, and you’re telling me that Tom…oh god, this is worse than I ever imagined.”
“I know dear,” Marge reached for her daughter’s hand to console her.
“Well, of course I have to tell. But how can I tell her?! Is there more I should know?”
Marge leaned closer to Laura and told her everything; Annie’s miscarriages and Tom’s heartache when Annie rejected him, the weakness that led him into the arms of another woman. But not just any woman, Annie’s own sister, June. And the lies that followed.
“Oh god! Do you think Annie knew?”
Laura’s father broke his silence, “Tom said he planned to tell her. But I don’t know if he ever did. His health took a turn after we spoke.”
“I hate this! My poor friend! But a promise is a promise, right dad?” Laura glanced over at her father who nodded approvingly. “Looks like I need to grab a few more bottles of wine and some take-out. I’ll call Danny and tell him he has the kids again tonight. This can’t wait. Grace is heading back home this weekend.”
“I’ll say a prayer for you both, Laura. I know it’ll be hard. But, better coming from you, her good friend, than from that aunt of hers or the rumor mill in this town. Let us know if there is anything we can do.”
“Thanks Mom. I love you guys. Um…one more thing….while we’re on the subject, are you two keeping any family secrets I should know about?” Laura’s playful tone didn’t mask the fact that she was dead serious.
Marge chuckled, “Oh my dear no! Our family is so boring!” She looked into Laura’s pleading eyes adding, “No secrets, Laura. Really.”
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It was the hardest day yet for Grace. Going through her mother’s personal things; her jewelry, her clothes with lingering hints of Annie’s favorite White Shoulders perfume. Grace packed most of it to take to the Goodwill, keeping a few silk scarves and her mother’s gold and diamond jewelry. As she removed the bed linens for laundering and slid the dust ruffle from between the mattress and box spring an envelope drifted to the floor.
“Oh Mom, really? I don’t think I can take anymore of your letters. Why couldn’t you just tell me while you were still here…” Grace knelt down, lifting the envelope, her eyes welling with tears.
“To my Gracie” it said, in her father’s familiar handwriting. With trembling fingers she slid the letter from the envelope.
My Dear Gracie,
I love you more than you will ever know, but there is something you should know about your old man. You always believed the best of me, thought I could do no wrong. But I am human and did a terrible thing. Your darling mother forgave me. I hope you can too.
Before you were born, your mom and I tried for years to have a family, but it seemed it was not meant to be. After the last miscarriage your mom told me to leave. Forever. It broke my heart Grace. Annie was everything to me, but she wouldn’t let it go. And so I left.
I should have gone home that night, but I didn’t. I went to see June, to see if she could talk some sense into her sister. I’ve regretted that night ever since, except for one thing. My weak, stupid actions brought me you.
All these years, watching you grow, knowing that you were a part of me, living a lie. I am so proud of the woman you’ve become, Gracie, but you should know that I’m not the man you thought I was. You are the only good thing I ever did. I know I don’t deserve it, but I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.
You’ll always be my Grace. I love you,
Dad
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