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january 20, 2021 – USA

january 20, 2021 - USA

it’s time to breathe
to let the stale air that
choked us free, how long
we have waited, our breath bated
for the light to find us in the nooks,
the safe havens we mistook for home,
oh we have been alone, apart
too long, starved for touch, feeling
lost, reeling from too high a cost, in lives,
our very souls, trembling here but for
grace and truth, the truth finally clear,
it’s time to start a new direction, striving
for that perfect imperfection, scary,
messy, hope in balance, sacrifice
our precious talents at the altar
of the whole, united, with one
solemn goal; let history recall this day
when the air swelled, when time shifted,
as we breathed in; as we exhaled
the burden of the past was lifted
and we began to heal

~kat

new year


new year

new year, cleansing rain
wash away the pain
last year
wrought, begin again,
there’s nothing to gain
from tears
o’er the past, hope reigns
no fear

~kat

January 2021 Day One: The Lai is a French form. It's a nine-line poem or stanza that uses an "a" and "b" rhyme following this pattern: aabaabaab. The lines with an "a" rhyme use 5 syllables; the "b" rhyme lines have 2 syllables. 

solstice 2020

solstice 2020

darkest
night of winter
fair planets kiss, glowing
age of Aquarius dawning
solstice

~kat


A Garland Cinquain (2/4/6/8/2) fir this week’s Holiday Theme-Based Tanka Tuesday Challenge.

Sunday’s ReVerse – 29 November 2020

A look back at the last few weeks of verse by line. The nightmare is almost over. Four years of chaos is spiraling like a whirlwind. I suppose the most shocking thing for many of us is the number of people who voted for the chaos. America, we thought we knew you. Many of us believed, given the chance, you would choose decency, honesty and compassion over corruption, lies and hate. Those of us who declared, “this is not who we are” are learning that, for almost half of us, it is sadly who we are. Who they are. How we had hoped for reconciliation, for healing, for bridging the divide that has broken us. Half of us are okay with lawlessness, with separating children from their parents, locking them up like animals and throwing away the key, half of us are okay with racism, misogyny, white supremacy, isolating ourselves from the rest of the world, from our allies, aligning with dictators, our president turning a blind eye to a virus that is raging out of control, killing us by the thousands. It is shocking and heartbreaking to see the truth. The coming years will be challenging. And it may surprise you to know that I still have hope that we can do better…be better. It won’t be easy but at least for me, it means treating others with kindness. It is the least and the most that I can do. I hope you’ll join me.


Sunday’s ReVerse - 29 November 2020

innocence slipping away
fading away in waves
we shouldn’t be surprised at all
the forever greenness of our minds
when blood was thick and skin was deep
we pick and choose what to believe
but opinion can’t make it so

~kat

A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) 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…or in this case, the past few weeks.


off the edge

off the edge

the earth is not flat
opinion can’t make it so
life, death, and taxes

the sun rises and the sun sets
the moon’s face cycles new to full
we’re all bound by gravity’s pull
the truth is absolute and yet

it’s easy to forget and let
emotions cloud our fickle minds
you know it happens all the time
we pick and choose what to believe
it makes us easy to deceive
like silly sheep we follow blind

~kat

This week’s combo challenge inspired by Ronovan Writes 
Weekly Haiku Poetry Challenge, Prompt Words LIFE & VIEW 
(OPINION) and Décima Poetry Challenge, Prompt Word BLIND 
- C-Line Rhyme. 

A Décima is a ten line poem, eight syllables each line in the 
rhyme scheme: abbaaccddc. This week’s prompt word must 
be used at the end of one of the C lines with the other C lines 
rhyming. 

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