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an uncivil civilization – NaPoWriMo 2017 #26


an uncivil civilization

civilizations
are ultimately undone
that are not civil

~kat

NaPoWriMo 2017 #26 – the challenge today was to explore what future archeologists or aliens might think of us. I had started to write an epic historic poem based on what I imagine might happen if we don’t come to our senses…but I decided less is more. So I wrote a simple Haiku based on a digital collage I pieced together using snippets of several photos from Pixabay. I do hope this turns out to be a cautionary tale. Peace. ☮️


Combustion

warm breath on my neck
cool caresses on my skin
slow, smoldering burn

~kat

For Haiku Horizons Challenge, prompt word, “burn”.


Empty Nest – A three Line Tale

photo by Nick de Partee via Unsplash


The guest meandered toward their cars, muted happy conversations fading on the breeze. 

It was a beautiful wedding, pulled off without a hitch, not even a raindrop, the last of four daughters to marry. 

“It’s just us now,” she winked at her soulmate of so many years, “I think it’s time we got reacquainted.”

~kat

A Three Line Tale based on the photo prompt above by Nick de Partee via Upsplash.


Secret Place – NaPoWriMo 2017 #25

sunbeam

i remember sunbeams streaming
through a hedgerow of cedar pine
my special hiding place to pass the time

lying on the cool earth dreaming
i’d converse with toads and faeries
fill jelly jars with fireflies

here I learned the world is teeming
with mysteries to be explored
a step outside an old screen door

a time of sweet imagining
just a girl with big ideas
oh, what a lovely time it was

those carefree days spent daydreaming
behind the cedars on the ground
where I could hide and not be found

~kat
For NaPoWriMo 2017 #25 – A Constanza Poem about my favorite small space when I was a girl of about 4 or 5. It was a corner cedar shrub garden in my Grandmother’s yard with just enough space for me to squeeze behind. Once underneath it was like a little cave of cool damp earth, green and sunbeams. It was my favorite place. Even after all these many years, if ever I join you on a nature walk, you might still find me having wandered off the beaten path, lounging in the hollow of a grove of low trees or shrubs. I never forgot my first taste of nature. It has defined who I am and how I view the world.


Marginalia Mania – NaPoWriMo 2017 #24

Whatever in the world were they thinking?
These maniacal manuscript scribes of old,
Whatever in the world were they thinking?

Fantastical tales their scribblings told;
creatures and beasties, some seeking revenge,
These maniacal manuscript scribes of old,

Nature revolting against maids and men,
Snails, flying monkeys, dogs, lions, cats
Creatures and beasties, some seeking revenge

Stranger than strange and that is a fact
Obviously it was someone’s worst nightmare,
Snails, flying monkeys, dogs, lions, cats

Elephants, bears and violent hares
It’s all quite odd, I’m sure you’d agree…
Obviously, it was someone’s worst nightmare

If there is a message, what could it be?
Whatever in the world were they thinking?
It’s all quite odd, I’m sure you’d agree…
Whatever in the world were they thinking?

~kat
{NaPoWriMo 2017 #24: to wrote a poem about Marginalia…very bizarre illustrations of medieval manuscripts. I chose a Terzanelle to explore this prompt. See other illustrations by googling “marginalia” and clicking on images.}