pay no mind
it’s not the
bellowing
of vain bloviators that
we
should be paying attention to
in the din is truth they’re trying to hide
~kat
The Pi-Archimedes verse is:
○ a hexastich, a poem in 6 lines.
○ measured by the number of words in each line 3-1-4-1-5-9 to match the numerical sequence of the first six digits of Pi.
○ unrhymed.
Pi=3.14159…
what now?
can we know
truth
midst a sea of
lies
there is no great hero
to save those intoxicated by power and gas light
~kat
Have you heard?
The world is in chaos. So, what else is new? Ultimately how we react to adversity determines how we will fare going forward. And it reveals our character or lack thereof. So hang in there. As the good witch Glinda told Dorothy, “You had the power all along, my dear.” Congress, I hope you’re listening.
The Pi-Archimedes verse is:
○ a hexastich, a poem in 6 lines.
○ measured by the number of words in each line 3-1-4-1-5-9 to match the numerical sequence of the first six digits of Pi.
○ unrhymed.
Pi=3.14159…
bright dawn
it is so
good
to see blue skies
sunshine
to hear the birds singing
save clouds, the tempest’s fury, for a rainy day
~kat
The Pi-Archimedes verse is:
○ a hexastich, a poem in 6 lines.
○ measured by the number of words in each line 3-1-4-1-5-9 to match the numerical sequence of the first six digits of Pi.
○ unrhymed.
Pi=3.14159…
what do i know?
i don’t know
much
the older i get
less
than i thought i knew
everyday i learn something new and have more questions
~kat
The Pi-Archimedes verse is:
○ a hexastich, a poem in 6 lines.
○ measured by the number of words in each line 3-1-4-1-5-9 to match the numerical sequence of the first six digits of Pi.
○ unrhymed.
Pi=3.14159…
affluent hoarding
a legacy of poverty means that even in times
of plenty, one cannot quench the urge to fill
cupboards with rows of non-perishables, that
will ultimately collect dust, but they are there,
just in case; there’s a propensity to buy two
of everything, to maintain double locks on
doors, to install shades and opaque curtains
to keep the outside, out; to have the car
loaded always with no less than half a tank,
blankets, rations, loose change, because one
never knows; all while obsessing over bank
account balances, due dates, a daily ritual,
a masochistic exercise, of checking dwindling
numbers especially when managing a joint
account with someone whose life was not
touched by empty cupboards, homelessness,
insufficient funds, and never enough, no never
enough, double-check, even when there is
~kat
For Time, Love, Misery’s Menageries Sunday Writing Prompt – the theme this week is Peace of Mind.
like mercury colliding... 