
though flowers make me sneeze
dust, pollen, budding trees,
fuzz fluffs on dappled breeze…it’s not snow
~kat

though flowers make me sneeze
dust, pollen, budding trees,
fuzz fluffs on dappled breeze…it’s not snow
~kat
when
is
a
poem
not
a
poem?
does it need to
rhyme
every time?
or must a poem, at the very least, contain iambic feet, syllabic certainty and stanzas
to
be
a
poem?
What about CAPITALS and pun,c;t!u-a….t.i.o.n?
do
they
matter
after all
if
the words
don’t stir
the soul?
while i may not know what makes a proper, perfect poem, i do know what makes me cringe to write or read…
to pen a poem that tells a tale, or pricks the heart, or makes one think is what i strive for…why i bleed.
~kat
NaPoWriMo2018 Day 6 presented us with the challenge to “write a poem that stretches your comfort zone with line breaks”. My poem for today pushes my aesthetic buttons in several ways. If the goal of the challenge was to make me cringe as I plunked one word lines on the screen and dared to suggest that my minimalistic approach is poetry…then this exercise was a complete success. I do hope it does not pain you to read it. 😉


some thought him a fool
nonsensical, crude was he
crazy…like a fox
~kat
For Haiku Horizons Prompt Word: Fool.

Sarah was running out of time.
With only minutes to spare she scrambled to think of something to say that John would remember years from now when they would meet for the first time…again.
“You remind me of someone I would very much like to know…” she whispered, as she turned away, fading into air.
~kat
A Three Line Tale inspired by the photo above by Charles Etoroma via Unsplash

oh how graceful they fly
on wings through the sky
as I watch them, I sigh from below
~kat
Florescence #5 for Jane Dougherty’s Daily Florescence Poem Challenge.