whatever
whatever
used to be
just a word
choice
deferred, polite,
a way to say,
one conveys trust,
perhaps concern
when
we still cared about
other people, to say
‘whatever you need’
and really mean it…
I know…whatever…
~kat
A Cadae for the early bird challenge in this year’s NaPoWriMo, inspired by the random fact found on Mental Floss illustrated above.
As requested by my dear friend Peter, i give you the recited version of yesterday’s poem. It took me a dozen or so takes, not that I’m a perfectionist, but to successfully get through from beginning to end without a hiccup, tongue-twist, mangled word, or brain freeze. And I might add, the quietest place in my world is outside. This bright sunny morning, you will hear that I competed for air time with a field of lusty cicadas. Welcome to my world! I hope you like it.
And Peter, I could not live with myself if I were the reason you were losing sleep! Rest well my friend and thank you for tapping on this old turtle’s shell and inviting me to come out!
…and here is the text in case you’d like to follow along…
what matters
it matters not when life begins
or ends; it is the in between
the crooked path, the highs, the lows
as most lives go, pendulums swing
and we obsess in the extremes
but that’s not where the rubber
hits the road, i’m told, steady
as she goes, the wise have said,
don’t lose your head, don’t sweat
the insignificant, but who’s to say
what matters most at end of day
if truth be told, if truth exists
the rights, the wrongs the
reasons why we fight and fret
and lean toward right or left,
it is the middle, we forget,
where time is present,
neither here nor there,
where god, if god exists, is love,
is everywhere, where grace
flows freely, despite who,
what, why, or where you’ve been,
can we just close our eyes, pretend
it matters not the second life
begins or ends, it is, as it has
always been, the in between
~kat
lines borrowed from Emily D
A fundamental pause
As much of noon, as I could take –
Forever – is composed of Nows –
the sun through the freckled pane -
moments of escape -
Affirming it a Soul –
~kat
Na/GloPoWriMo 2022 - Day 30 Prompt: write a cento. This is a poem that is made up of lines taken from other poems.
For my final entry in this year’s poetry month challenge I gleaned some lines from a literary favorite of mine, Emily Dickerson. I can’t believe I made it through the whole month after such a long dry spell. Needless to say I am so very happy to be back!
origins
early morn in the month of june
took i, my first deep breath of air
first born with blue eyes, golden hair
under a waning quarter moon
to all things magical attuned
i was a strange one some would say
a solitary to this day
who feels in color, sees in sound
deeply connected to the ground
beneath my feet, one with the clay
~kat
Na/GloPoWriMo 2022 - Day 29 Prompt: write a poem in which you muse on the gifts you received at birth — whether they are actual presents, like a teddy bear, or talents – like a good singing voice – or circumstances – like a kind older brother, as well as a “curse” you’ve lived with (your grandmother’s insistence on giving you a new and completely creepy porcelain doll for every birthday, a bad singing voice, etc.).
For today’s challenge, a Décima: Décima poems—also called la décima, décima espinela, or simply espinela—are poetic verses or song lyrics consisting of a single four-line stanza followed by four 10-line stanzas with eight syllables per line. The rhyme scheme of each 10-line stanzas follows the pattern ABBAACCDDC. The nature of a décima can be philosophical, religious, lyrical, political, satirical, critical, or humorous.
🍁a tree🍁
oh
🍃there is
something special
about a tree that🌿
is grounding, but only if
we are willing to consider
that we are connected
🌱to each other, only
if we are willing
to let go of🍂
reason
and
give
❤️
an
oak
or
an
elm
a big hug ~kat
Na/GloPoWriMo 2022 Day 28 Prompt: Write a Concrete Poem. In brief, a concrete poem is one in which the lines are shaped in a way that mimics the topic of the poem.
like mercury colliding... 