there once was a shyster named Don a scammer in chief, a vile con to court he was dragged by a porn star he shagged how climactic, his just denouement!
~kat
A limerick today…straight from the headlines! You can’t make this stuff up! I shouldn’t be enjoying this, but I am. I can’t look away. Not sure I captured the theme…but the past few years have been over the top inappropriate. Hoping this brings a little levity to this absurd train wreck!
NaPoWriMo 2023 Challenge Day 5: write a poem in which laughter comes at what might otherwise seem an inappropriate moment – or one that the poem invites the reader to think of as inappropriate.
it’s never really quiet here
not even in the late, late night
my heart beat thumps inside my ears
it’s never really quiet here
is it ghosts, god, or me I hear
the words so many words to write
it’s never really quiet here
not even in the late, late night
~kat
NaPoWriMo2023 Challenge – Day 4: Today, let’s try writing triolets. A triolet is an eight-line poem. All the lines are in iambic tetramenter (for a total of eight syllables per line), and the first, fourth, and seventh lines are identical, as are the second and final lines. This means that the poem begins and ends with the same couplet. Beyond this, there is a tight rhyme scheme (helped along by the repetition of lines) — ABaAabAB.
my dad grew stagnant at night like a nightmare frozen in the sky didn’t seem like what he touched was his didn’t seem like what touched him held he couldn’t get us through the short weeds then it seemed like he turned away and stopped and then he disappeared just disappeared
~kat
NaPoWriMo2023 Day 3 Challenge: Find a shortish poem that you like, and rewrite each line, replacing each word (or as many words as you can) with words that mean the opposite.
The poem below, set in opposite, was particularly poignant for me when I think about my father, who was tormented by untreated mental illness…and his ultimate suicide.
My Mama moved among the days like a dreamwalker in a field; seemed like what she touched was hers seemed like what touched her couldn’t hold, she got us almost through the high grass then seemed like she turned around and ran right back in right back on in
an elusive voyeur in the darkness heaven, heavy with tears is a rolling stone sculptor the impossible longing of wistful souls it is neither here nor there it is the butterfly you missed in passing it is hungry bellies and disturbed minds the inability to accept reality; to let go the fruit of one’s labor unrealized it is incessant wishfulness the inevitable consequence of chaos it is the primal rhapsody of humanity
~kat
NaPoWriMo Day Two Challenge: to craft a poem from my surreal definitions of the words listed below. Amazingly, these random “definitions” created something rather breathtaking. Great Challenge!
owl fog river miracle mercurial elusive thunder ghost acorn longing truffle song
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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