
Spathiphyllum
from amidst the lush
fair lover of dark places
a lily that is not a lily
flame-like spathe raised
in fickle surrender, peace
in season, ever fleeting
~kat

Spathiphyllum
from amidst the lush
fair lover of dark places
a lily that is not a lily
flame-like spathe raised
in fickle surrender, peace
in season, ever fleeting
~kat
Busted
poker face?
eyes averted
cheeks flushed red
tells me you’ve
a few aces
up your sleeve
~kat
tell me
or not
but
your secret
beans
need spilling
~kat
42 Day 9 for Jane Dougherty’s Daily Poem Challenge.

Reaching
how high is the sky
its bright cerulean dome dappled
with orbs, stars, and clouds
some dreamers spend
a lifetime trying to
crack its elusive ceiling
~kat

god
are you there
watching us make a mess
of your beautiful garden
of course, you’re not there
you’re here, image buried,
forgotten in crumbling clay
~kat