
trust is tenuous
chipped away by betrayal
‘til there is nothing
~kat
For Haiku Horizons Challenge, prompt word, Chip.

trust is tenuous
chipped away by betrayal
‘til there is nothing
~kat
For Haiku Horizons Challenge, prompt word, Chip.
ochlocracy
they crave attention
vowing no obligation
to covenants, revealing
loyalty in collusion
with the one who swears for sport
power corrupted
democracy is dying
while everyone sleeps
~kat
A Tanka/Senryu for Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Poetry Challenge inspired by synonyms of the words: Bond-obligation, swear, vow, covenant, collusion, loyalty and Seek-plead, crave.


you were born dazzling
as the stars on moonless nights,
wild as the ocean, brilliant as
flowers blushed with color;
your breath is a kiss of eternity,
breezy, slow, lingering…
so never let anyone say you
are broken…it is a lie
remember you are magic,
dancing to the rhythm of
the universe…poetry in motion
~kat
Magnetic Poetry Online (The Poet Kit)

Why do I do it? Why do I wear my heart and soul on my sleeve, speak my truth, fight for justice and sanity, for compassion…for love? Does it even matter?
Well, I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that It does. It does matter. Truth matters. Justice matters. Sanity…well, sanity is kind of important. Compassion matters so so much. And Love. That’s a no-brainer. All those things matter because sometimes we forget.
Sometimes the darkness feels too dark; sometimes the obstacles too great. Sometimes I let fear get the better of me. Sometimes I feel broken and discouraged. Sometimes I just want to give up, crawl under a rock and sleep. That’s when I need the light of others. It matters.
We are like fireflies fluttering in the darkness. A flicker here…another there…and another. Each glimmer lets us know we’re not alone. We’re definitely not alone.
Yeah…it matters.
and frankly…can I be frank?
a symphony of light
candle on the table flickered
fire and ice collide
healing would be possible
words professing peace and love
dark house echoing
up close
slogging for success
you are afraid
a fool who lingers
morning comes
but it is too soon
~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.

For The Daily Post’s Weekly Photography Challenge, Prompt: “Variations on a Theme“.
Photographed using an iPhone 6s, collage placement using the app, ‘Collagable’ and graphically enhanced in the app, ‘PicsArt’.