all is well
no matter what troubles this day wrought
dusk settles the dross
softening the lush foothill heights
while fawns graze unphased
tomorrow promises a new day
~kat~
The Cherita
A 6 line poem in three separate stanzas, a single line, a couplet, then a tercet.
Each stanza is a complete strophe
The line lengths are at the poets’ discretion
The poem should be presented, centered and untitled.
It should be imagistic and concise.
the weight of the world
drapes her shoulders
like heavy fog settles in the hollows
just as the mist evaporates at dawn,
she will rise resilient,
forged by fire
~kat~
The Cherita
A 6 line poem in three separate stanzas, a single line, a couplet, then a tercet.
Each stanza is a complete strophe
The line lengths are at the poets’ discretion
The poem should be presented, centered and untitled.
It should be imagistic and concise.
no concept
of personal space
nudging closer, closer
sprawled on my chest
heavy feet kneading rhythmically
nose to nose, breath to breath
~kat
Here we are on the last day of Jane Dougherty’s Daily Poem Challenge, “42”. I am certain that there are many questions left unanswered, even after an exhaustive 31 day effort. I had several unfinished drafts in my notebook. This one seemed to me to be a perfect one to finish and end on. My cat Merlin has a way of putting things into perspective for me when I become too bothered with the questions of life. His message, I am sharing with you today…
“You don’t have anywhere you need to be ‘mon chéri’ (yes, he talks to me this way…), except right here. Let me feel your fingers behind my ears and along my back as I press my paws against your soft flesh. All you need to do this minute, my dear Kat, is look deeply into my eyes and breathe…in and out…slowly…just breathe…your questions and their answers can wait.”
It’s been fun Jane. Thanks for the poetry form prompt. 🙂
time for replanting
pale peace lily, a gift, rooted
in a dusting of dirt and gel beads
you’ve lasted for years, my hope
will you survive, now free, your feet newly
plotted in peat or die from the shock of change
~kat
For Jane Dougherty’s Daily Poem Challenge: “42”. I’m heading on vacation next week and bringing my plants from the office home, where they will stand a better chance of survival, and watering, if needed, by the cat-sitter. It seems like a good time to re-pot this hearty little plant. I’ve had it for years. It is rooted in just a small amount of soil, plopped into a what was once a bright array of gel dots. They have since lost their color and shape. The plant now sits in a tall vase of goo that barely holds water. Certainly, I am hoping it will spread its roots with delight once settled into nutrient rich soil. But there is a part of me that wonders if plants like people get so used to the prisons they find themselves in, that once set free, they wither away from the shock of change. I’m hoping it’s not the latter. At the very least I owe it to this little plant to give it a taste of real…or as real as it can be, life, in a clay pot.
Update…I’m thinking she likes her new digs…fingers crossed. 😊
earth after the tempest
rain drenched, grassy knolls
swelling waterways, sparkling
misty hollows, verdant lush
scent of blossoms, earthy musk
wetness becomes her
~kat
like mercury colliding... 