silence
but for the cacophony
of thoughts and perfidious prayers
feigned outrage fading into the abyss of
yesterday’s news; blood soaked hands of
cowards scrawling, “must build a wall…”
~kat~
I titled this no words…but I am a poet, damn it, and words are the only thing I have to give to this troubled world. I rue the day when even the poets become silent. Peace my friends. Tell someone you love, that you do…love them.
a decision
should be an easy choice
between black or white, right or wrong
but black is grey and white is
crisp linen, honeymilk, winter orchard,
swiss coffee, and chantilly lace
~kat~
congress in session
a trio of cowbirds perch aloft, screaming
on skeletal limbs of a wintering elm
surveying the work of more diligent
nesters while scheming a plan
to evict them come spring
~kat~
afternoon sun
warm glowing orb
grey skies blushed blue
the honey-soaked earth glimmering…
entranced am I by the droning rhythm
of QWERTY keys on a deadline
~kat~
beware the quick nap
the nod, the doze
seeking REM on the fly
only to wake hours later
a sweaty blob in a puddle of drool
REM interrupted
~kat~
This is the moderated version of today’s mind cloud. I thought better of posting my initial Cherita after sleeping on it a brief bit. You are spared. Today’s entry could have been a vile drip from the recesses of my brain…
only the finest
expletives
rip from my sharpe tongue
giving a damn often leads to losing one’s shit
but it is the exquisitely satisfying fucking, fucked, flying fuck
that illustrates my delicate emotions magnificently
oops, did I just ‘write’ that…out loud?!!!
It’s been one of those days…
no filter
like mercury colliding... 