lost niños, trapped in cages, unsafe, keep
minors in a cave, worlds away, found
valued in unequal measure, mothers weep
~kat
Week 2 of July’s Terza Rima (a stanza a day) Challenge. This week’s theme is Headlines (I am sure to have a plenty to rhyme about!) Thanks to Jane Dougherty for this poem a day challenge. It keeps the creativity flowing. 😊
Well Happy Sunday. At least I hope yours is happy. The world has been quite dramatic. So many lives are hanging in the balance. There was a small victory for detained children at the US border (or wherever they are now….seems our Government has lost a few hundred of them). The courts found in their favor, ordering the Feds to reunite all the families within 30 days, 14 days for ‘tender-aged children. The government is already asking for an extension. Are you surprised? I’m not.
Meanwhile, football lovers the world over anticipate the final battles between teams that have risen to the top in their quest for the World Cup.
And then there are the young Thai players trapped from a spelunking excursion gone wrong, who have begun the treacherous journey from the wet bowels a mountain while the world watches and waits for good news…and monsoon rains loom. And speaking of hanging in the balance the US holds their breath while Trump tries to fast track the installment of his second narrow-minded pick for the Supreme Court; a selection sure to set the progressive course of this nation back 70 years or more.
World weather is hot, very hot and stormy. And the Brits can expect a visit from our not so great leader in the coming week. Please keep him, will you? We need a break from the maddening dissolution of our union. But I can tell you my British friends, we should not accept anything of substance from this meeting where one of the parties is not in their right mind. We’re already seeing the fallout from the Trump-Kim Summit. Full denuclearization you say? The terms were obviously spun in the translation. And then there is Vlad waiting in the wings to commiserate with his loyal puppet, our Colluder-in-Chief, post NATO. You just can’t make this shit up. Not even in our wildest imaginations does any of this feel real. But it is.
And if this all reads a bit like headlines, I can assure you, some of these sound bites are tearing my heart in two. Maybe I thought listing a few of the major events, in a matter-of-fact fashion, might take the sting away. It doesn’t.
At any rate it was a busy week, more busy-ness to come. If today’s reverse seems a bit disjointed, I suppose it’s understandable. The heat is on. Boy, is it ever! Because so much is happening I’m taking on headlines for my daily Terza Rima Poetry Challenge this week. See you next Sunday. Peace to you on your journey.
the foundlings were lost
waves rising from pavement, hot, smelling of oil
in sweltering shaded hollows, creatures keep
darkness, softly creeping
into an ocean spilling over…
odd ducks in a row
raindrops suspended
rush of rain drops plopping, puddles deep
there was a broken link in the chain.
stale air swirls in darkening rooms
they sought freedom / a better life
seconds to minutes the hours tic slow
“thank you for your service…”
cold front a-brewing, thunder rumbling low
the goal…not dying
alchemy of blue and yellow
prisoners of shade, at long last, set free
season of blossoms
as if it’s not wasted
devoured by the day
madness, a symphony
~kat
A ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.
after the night’s tempests, temps fall below
boiling point, cool breezes caress the trees
swooning seas of green, undulating slow
blissful air, cool, crisp, no humidity
prisoners of shade, at long last, set free
~kat
The final installment of this first week of July’s daily poem challenge with Jane Dougherty…to write a Terza Rima stanza per day. I’m doing a weekly summation rather than a 30 day epic. The Heat Wave series in whole, below:
Heat Wave
no cool breezes today to temper the heat
waves rising from pavement, hot, smelling of oil
with hints of green, wilting, birds fluttering, tweet
no squirrels scampering; too hot to toil
in sweltering shaded hollows, creatures keep
nighttime’s a blessing, cool, but sleep is spoiled
darkness hovers, raging clouds swell and sweep
low, just over the treetops, growling gloom
rush of rain drops plopping, puddles deep
dark hollows erupt in wild mushrooms
creatures, nocturnal, creep, burrowing low
stale air swirls in darkening rooms
longing for rain is quite futile, you know
this heatwave continues, no end in sight
seconds to minutes the hours tic slow
another scorching day, hazy and bright
cold front a-brewing, thunder rumbling low
sun’s reign of rage, by rain will lose this fight
after the night’s tempests, temps fall below
boiling point, cool breezes caress the trees
swooning seas of green, undulating slow
blissful air, cool, crisp, no humidity
prisoners of shade, at long last set free
~kat
another scorching day, hazy and bright
cold front a-brewing, thunder rumbling low
sun’s reign of rage, by rain will lose this fight
~kat
This is the sixth Terza Rima stanza in a series of daily entries for July’s micropoetry challenge prompted by Jane Dougherty. I’m thinking I’ll wrap this series on day 7 to give us all some much needed relief from this heat waverie (yes I just made up a word…I must be delirious!). Fortunately my inspiration, the weather, will be doing the same, with cooler temperatures promised this weekend. Then on to a new topic. 💚
longing for rain is quite futile, you know
this heatwave continues, no end in sight
seconds to minutes the hours tic slow
~kat
like mercury colliding... 