asleep, in graves, silent shuttered
vaults, eroded epitaphs, markers where
lay the bones, worm-stripped bare, no trace
but for their surnames penned on census
rolls, proof that they existed once
~kat
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Autumn – Stanza 3
the fool
the fool
poor old chap is down
in the dumps, in a blue funk
with a chip on his
shoulder…once upon a time
he walked on air, flying high
~kat
A Tanka for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge using synomyms only of the words Happy & Morose. I found a lovely collection of idioms that were listed as synonyms for these words. Of course I had to use them all! Well, most of them anyhow. What fun this week’s challenge was!
Happy: walking on air, flying high,
Morose: down in the dumps, in a blue funk, chip on the shoulder
Meet – A Haiku
For Haiku Horizon’s Poetry Challenge inspired by the word, “meet”.
because cruel fate
did thrust love’s blade off its mark
never did we meet
~kat
August – Stanza 1
August Gregorius, in 1871, father
of my father’s, father’s father left
Sweden’s shore, Amerika bound, decades
before the harbor maiden raised her beacon
to refugees and immigrants, seeking a dream
~kat
August Stanza a Day Challenge: A short 3,4, or 5 line poem no syllable counts of rhymes, starting with the word ‘August’ on the first day. The last word of the poem will be the first word of day two’s poem, and so on until the end of the month.
Speaking of Three – Terza Rima 3 of Three Finit
have you noticed that threes are everywhere
three pigs, amigos, stooges, trinities,
and when a bad thing happens, be aware
there might be more to come, more tragedy
but it might come as a surprise to know
good fortune’s also thought to come in threes
a-one, two, three, we say, ready, set, go
this, that, other; win, lose, draw; charms post-three
3-Rs take you far; three rings make a show
threes to the ‘nth, and one more thing from me…
plead the fifth, to any third degree
~kat
Last day of the Terza Rima Daily Poem Challenge. Thanks to Jane Dougherty for leading the charge to write a snippet of poetry each day. It’s been fun. This final trio of sets is shown in full below.
Speaking of Three
metaphysically, the number three
bespeaks of divine souls who know the muse
theirs is a life of creativity
the alchemy of magic thrice infused
with graces threefold, walking in the lighta
a powerhouse of elements imbued
those so-called, three, inherit a birthright
optimistic sprites, loyal, filled with glee
three-folks live here with heaven e’er in sight
the Pythagoreans have affinity
for this prime number, short a perfect square
lauded as noble, Triad, number three
no other digits ‘fore or aft’ compare
unless you are a theorist of string
three dimensions mete where flat planes meet air
you may not be into this sort of thing
but any geek will school you if you care
three’s beautiful in hue, red, blue and green
have you noticed that threes are everywhere
three pigs, amigos, stooges, trinities,
and when a bad thing happens, be aware
there might be more to come, more tragedy
but it might come as a surprise to know
good fortune’s also thought to come in threes
a-one, two, three, we say, ready, set, go
this, that, other; win, lose, draw; charms post-three
3-Rs take you far; three rings make a show
threes to the ‘nth, and one more thing from me…
plead the fifth, to any third degree
~kat
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