when fledglings fledge
what mysterious voice
whispers to fledgling ears,
“it’s time my darling dears…
it’s time to fly”
somehow they seem to know
that they’re equipped with wings
and how to use those things
to ride the air
in just a few short weeks
from egg to youth they grow
ready, set, off they go
nest, left empty
~kat
Abhanga
Abhanga are written in any number of 4-line stanzas with 6-6-6-4 syllables each. L2 and L3 rhyme. The end rhyme scheme is abbc. Don’t forget to title your poem.
summer storm
sunset after the storm
casts a warm, amber glow
a magnificent show
the sky at dusk
~kat
Abhanga
Abhanga are written in any number of 4-line stanzas with 6-6-6-4 syllables each. L2 and L3 rhyme. The end rhyme scheme is abbc. Don’t forget to title your poem.
fine
the words roll off your tongue
a bit too easily
sorry, i don’t believe
that you’re “okay”
or “fine”, that, “it’s all good”
we both know that it’s not
you seem to have forgot
i’m here for you…
not going anywhere
so tell me once again
i’m listening, my friend
this time…the truth
‘cause you’re not sparing me
i’m stronger that you think
i’ll hold you at the brink
and won’t let go
~kat
Abhanga
Abhanga are written in any number of 4-line stanzas with 6-6-6-4 syllables each. L2 and L3 rhyme. The end rhyme scheme is abbc. Don’t forget to title your poem.
bare windows
my windows don’t have shades
in these dense foothill woods
though others think they should
i don’t agree
i wake up with the sun
burning away the mist
dew droplets sparkling, kissed
diamonds at dawn
i love the warmth and glow
of spring and summer lush
of autumn’s amber blush
of winter’s snow
each season draws me out
there, just beyond these walls
i am part of it all
and it, in me
~kat
Abhanga
Abhanga are written in any number of 4-line stanzas with 6-6-6-4 syllables each. L2 and L3 rhyme. The end rhyme scheme is abbc. Don’t forget to title your poem.
midsummer dreaming
I drifted off to sleep
on one midsummer day
lulled by the gentle sway
of breeze kissed trees
I had no where to be
and precious time to spare
slumped in my favorite chair
to rest a spell
til hummingbirds whizzed by
my ears, now roused awake
I smiled, sighed…they can wait
those chores undone
a sip of cool iced tea
a poem in my head
to write ‘fore I forget
this time well spent
taking care what matters
emerging light as air
refreshed, with not a care
no where to be
~kat
Abhanga
Abhanga are written in any number of 4-line stanzas with 6-6-6-4 syllables each. L2 and L3 rhyme. The end rhyme scheme is abbc. Don’t forget to title your poem.
like mercury colliding... 