bustling masses,
rushing nowhere, slog through life,
apathy’s minions
~kat
A bit late, catching up on my weekly writing challenges, but nevertheless, mission accomplished. A haiku this week for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge Prompt (Synonyms Only): Vigor (bustle) & Energy (life).
The Circus
It came, then vanished into sawdust.
~kat
A Six Word Story for this week’s prompt word: Circus. Read this and others at Wonderwall’s challenge page in the comments. (voting is on Thursday 😉)
Thank you to all who voted! I proudly display my first place banner! ❤️
weekends
peaceful repose
sleeping in, naps, sleep…more sleep
too short, two days, deadlines looming
they can wait ‘til Monday
~kat
anguish
a distress call
slaughtered leaves of grass bleed green
in fragrant wisps, our savagery
revealed in neatly coifed lawns
~kat
As if I needed one more thing to be distressed over. Now I hate myself for loving the smell of fresh cut grass! And as a vegetarian, I wonder if the fresh fruits and veggies I consume are silently screaming as I eat them alive. 😳 It’s been a long week as you can tell. TGIF!
Fun Fact (from Mental Floss Online)
That “Fresh Cut Grass” Smell Is a Distress Signal
Trauma, that’s what. It’s the smell of chemical defenses and first aid. The fresh, “green” scent of a just-mowed lawn is the lawn trying to save itself from the injury you just inflicted.
Leafy plants release a number of volatile organic compounds called green leaf volatiles (GLVs). When the plants are injured, whether through animals grazing on them, you cutting or mowing them, or even just unintentionally rough handling, these emissions increase like crazy.
the rut
day in day out
dredging dark, deep craters through
my soul, moaning from the abyss…
writing quells the madness
~kat
like mercury colliding... 