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weightless

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weightless

restaurants and movie theaters consider
me a senior, rewarding my longevity
with fifty cents or so, might as well be
two cents, though I don’t need yours
or anyone’s opinion these days when
everyone has one, clinging to it like
truth. opinion is not truth, that’s my
two cents. take it or leave it. but I digress,
back to my status, senior, elderly, of a
certain age, labels that feel odd considering
the forever greenness of my mind, of my
perception, clouded by smoke and mirrors
that taunt me, body softening, surrendering
to gravity, hair thinning, my gait pensive,
cautious, slowing, my eyes amplified by
thickening glass, I remember when I
considered sixty-four, ancient, one foot
in the grave, out of touch, out of time, silly
me when I was young, invincible, carefree,
I don’t feel invincible these days, but
I don’t fear the inevitable either, just
calm, a certain peace, and grace, oodles
of grace that surrounds me like a lazy
river weaving round and round with me
floating on top of the waves, gazing at
the tree tops, backlit by blue, that sway
overhead, though I’m soon to be plucked
from the current, I’m ready whenever,
but for now I’m breathing, the air is
sweet and my heart is full, so very full

~kat~


Monday Musings on this chilly Autumn day, just days from the U.S. celebration of Thanksgiving, which will be a bit different for many of us this year. Peace all.


grace enough

grace enough

there is grace
more than enough grace
to hold us
through the night
whether or not we believe
the dawn is coming

~kat


A Shadorma for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday Synonyms Only Challenge – Prompt Words: Imagine/Believe & Gratitude/Grace.


Shadorma
• 6 lines per stanza
• Per-line syllabic pattern = 3 / 5 / 3 / 3 / 7 / 5
• No restrictions on number of stanzas
• No rhyme scheme or prohibitions against rhyme
• No restrictions on title length


Tanka Tuesday – The Illusion of Power

when the wind
bellows through a forest
it’s the trees
that yield,
not those that are unbending,
that endure unmoved

~kat


A Shadorma (3/5/3/3/7/5) for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge. Today’s Prompt Theme – “The Illusion of Power”.


Magnetic Poetry Monday – 26 October 2020

I see red when I hear
their slow sad voices repeating
the lies of a fool who
secretly hates them;
their hearts poisoned by darkness.
It is of no use trying to
save them for they are long
gone…I must look away, smile,
and melt into blue.

~kat


Magnetic Poetry the Poet Kit.


apple cider sunset

apple cider sunset

leaves droop drearily on exposed branches
tinged amber from the sun’s fierce fading,
fire-red on the horizon at dusk of day,
the autumnal equinox is upon us, crisp and cool,
apple cider, cinnamon steeped, nips my tongue

~kat


A Gogyohka for Colleen Cheesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Challenge.


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