52 Words for Sacha’s 52 Weeks in 52 Words Writespiration Challenge. This week’s challenge was explained in the piece.
So…this week’s prompt is to write about the day you accidentally squeezed someone’s boob!
Can’t say I’ve ever done that sort of thing…accidentally. Squeezing takes a certain amount of premeditated intention. It requires grabbing, then tightening one’s grip.
Accidentally jabbing or bumping? Most certainly. Gently brushing up against one? Ah yes…done that.
~kat
terrifying night,
thin, the veil, deathly still,
calm before the storm
~kat
For Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge, prompt words: Night and Spooky/Terrifying
in the gloaming gloom
candlewicks charred from past trysts
yearn to be consumed
with no dread of ashy death
the flame’s fervid kiss is life
~kat
A Tanka for Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Poetry Challenge. This week with a twist…to use synonyms of the promptwords: Fright/Dread and Night/Gloaming.
fools devour dirt
and dark secrets
as if it is delicious,
but it is poison
like fire in one’s
belly…smoke and
mirrors
~kat
Magnetic Poetry – Poet Kit
When…I’m old enough…I get that promotion…I’ve saved a bit more money…I lose weight…the kids finish school…the stars align…the light turns green…the time is right…I get that job…I retire…I finally get that degree…I’ve proven myself…the coast is clear…I’ve got nothing to lose…I have more time…I get lucky…I’m ready…tomorrow comes…
Excuses, excuses! Dreams have a way of slipping away. Because life…and excuses. Life scribbles nonsense on our beautiful clean slate when we are young. We forget, we give up, we settle.
But dreams don’t die generally. They’re still in there. It’s never too late. Dreams realized don’t necessarily need to come with the fame and fortune of our youthful idealized aspirations.
Sometimes all it takes is a willingness to just do that thing you dreamed of. Sing if you’ve always wanted to sing…alone…in the shower..in the car. Take that class, not with that piece of paper at the end in mind, but for the joy of learning. Cook like a gourmet. Travel…even if it’s to the town next door. Experience it’s hidden treasures. Every place has them. Paint, take beautiful photographs, learn to fly! And if you’re like me be a writer. Fill journals, notebooks or a blog, with beautiful words; even if no one reads them but you. It will change your life. It is life…beautiful…hovering…waiting to be lived!
Have a wonderful week of dreams realized. You deserve it!
she’s in there somewhere
breath of life, thick
not silly…look
rouged red, lipstick-stained teeth,
longing to be touched
impenetrable
so tell me, who’s smarter?
when will this end?
this dark night of souls
embracing all of life
beautiful life hovering
~kat
A shi sai or 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 shi sai features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week
like mercury colliding... 