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let me linger

‘And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.’
—W.B. Yeats

let me linger

let the dawn burn into day
I am content here; let me stay
sunlight streams across my bed
my old cat purring near my head
I don’t have anywhere to be
the birds have come to sing for me
I don’t have anywhere to be
my old cat purring near my head
I am content here; let me stay
sunlight streams across my bed
let the dawn burn into day

~kat

Playing with a twisted round for Jane Dougherty’s ‘A Month With Yeats’ – Day Twenty-Five Poetry Challenge inspired by the verse above from Yeats’ poem, ‘Song of Wandering Aengus’. It’s been a sleepy day.


Grateful

Today I am

deeply grateful

because thankfulness

is a fleeting,

fickle feeling.

But gratitude?

Well, gratitude

has attitude

and lasts for more

than just a day.

~kat


Kindred

kindred

sometimes it’s a look
a spark of recognition
no longer strangers
kindred of my spirit tribe
who understands…just because

not my flesh and blood
but every bit a special soul
gracing my reality

~kat

A Tanka/Senryu for Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Poetry Challenge using synonyms for the prompt words: Thanks – grace, recognition and Family – blood, kindred, tribe.


A Proposition or Two

For Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats – Day Twenty-One Poetry Challenge. I have been indulging my inner warrior with these challenges, but lest you think I am a total bitch for the cause of justice, I do have a tender romantic side. I am a many faceted wonder, if I don’t say so myself. At any rate I have felt a bit guilty for subjecting you to my rants without softening it with a bit of fluff every now and again. So today, as yesterday, I give you two takes on today’s prompt verse from Yeats’, ‘The Ragged Wood’. Both are wrapped around the theme of propositions.  Happy Tuesday!


‘…by water among the trees
The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh’ —W.B. Yeats

A Proposition

sunrise comes but once a day
rise with me before it breaks
I’ll make tea; we’ll have some cake
and watch the darkness slip away
I can share my dreams with you
my secrets, promise them to keep
dear, we have all night to sleep
but only dawn to see this view
I propose a kiss, perhaps a swoon
long before the busy, bustled hurry
leave it all to someone else’s worry
we could even linger until noon

~kat

And a proposition of a very different kind…in my favorite form…the Cleave (three poems in one. Read column 1 (which are actual quotes of a certain certain), then column 2, finally both columns together top to bottom)

He Said…She Said

I moved in on her / i couldn’t believe it
Very heavily…like a bitch / that son of a bitch
but I couldn’t get there / i was frozen
I’m automatically attracted to beautiful / he just kept coming
Like a magnet / that disgusting face
I don’t even wait / forcing his slimy lips on mine
You can do anything / with those tiny hands
Grab em by the pussy / everywhere…all over me
When you’re a star / no one would believe me though
they let you do it / i’m not rich, or a man
But nobody has more respect / so i just keep my distance
Such a nasty woman / i’ll keep this to myself
She’s certainly not hot / it’s so embarrassing
Why does she keep interrupting? / he could ruin me
There’s nothing I love more than women / it’s just the way things are

~kat


Magnetic Poetry Monday

we are not promised
a charmed life with
no cares…everyone has
a sad song to sing
but there is always something
to be thankful for
each day is a gift filled
with thousands of moments,
tiny bits of joy and light
to hold us through the night

~kat

Magnetic Poetry – Love Kit