this cat in shadow play,
most weekends start this way,
might linger til mid-day, it’s my bliss
~kat
Florescence Day 14 for Jane. It’s a typical Saturday here in the ‘Noke (short for Roanoke), lounging past dawn into noon, writing poetry in my pj’s, my cat Casey perched in her spot chasing squirrel and bird shadows. On to the magnets to confer with my muse and then a try at the latest NaPoWriMo Challenge. I could get used to this. ❤️
Idiomiotic
(yes it’s a made up word…😜…do not try this at home!)
well, it’s always something, except when it’s not
for your two cent’s worth, I’ll give you a penny
what a deal, it’s a steal, a real bargain that’s hot,
hook, line and sinker, want more? I’ve got plenty
yes, I could go on and on, with this row,
spinning these idioms, ad hoc, ad nauseum
I’ll toss some cliches in the mix you might know,
or not, I can flip flop, flop flip with the best of them
but it’s getting late and it’s been a long week
it’s time to wind down, calm things down for the night
count my blessings, count sheep, pray my soul to keep
it’s a nightmare just waiting to happen, sleep tight
no witching hour wake up haunts at 3 a.m.
adrift on soft clouds, undisturbed R.E.M.
cause it’s always something, except when it’s not
tired, exhausted, this poem’s not my best
if there was a prompt for today, I forgot
you can thank me later, I’ll give it a rest!
~kat
Coined a few, perhaps a few too many, idioms for today’s NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 13 Prompt: write a poem in which the words or meaning of a familiar phrase get up-ended.
there’s a lovely stillness
on this windless, cloudless
azure day, sun-fluoresced, frost-nipped air
~kat
For Jane Dougherty’s Daily Poem Challenge, a Florescence. And this, another look outside my window. The world just beyond the pane.
shy and sweet
oh, she had them fooled
femme fatale
~kat
For Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt: shy & sweet.
Photo-digitally enhanced from BarbaraALane at pixabay.com.
so, my facebook was hacked,
then suspended, in fact,
‘twas a phishing attack, spy bots blow! 🤬
~kat
For Jane Dougherty, a true story, regrettably, a la Florescence. I’m afraid I took the bait, having received a message from my grandson who I rarely hear from (first warning, disregarded), I was ever so eager to see what he had sent to me (hooked) only to find that my mistake sent an army of cloned messages to everyone on my friends’ list (so sorry) and finally the cruel chiding from Facebook…suspension. That was my Monday. I’m still reeling! 😫
like mercury colliding... 