as if no time has passed at all, old friends
can pick up life where they left off
never skipping a beat
~kat
Kimo poems are an Israeli version of haikqApparently, there was a need for more syllables in Hebrew. That said, most of the rules are still familiar:
• 3 lines.
• No rhymes.
• 10 syllables in the first line, 7 in the second, and 6 in the third.
Also, the kimo is focused on a single frozen image (kind of like a snapshot). So it’s uncommon to have any movement happening in kimo poems.
in the South they like to say, “bless your heart”
but don’t let the words fool you
those blessings are daggers
~kat
Kimo poems are an Israeli version of haikqApparently, there was a need for more syllables in Hebrew. That said, most of the rules are still familiar:
• 3 lines.
• No rhymes.
• 10 syllables in the first line, 7 in the second, and 6 in the third.
Also, the kimo is focused on a single frozen image (kind of like a snapshot). So it’s uncommon to have any movement happening in kimo poems.
“Go back to where you came from!”
there seems to be no end of ugliness
hateful rants from sycophants
power corrupts en masse
~kat
I was trying to rise above the rhetoric, but enough is enough! Forgive me this rant! 🤬 Tomorrow maybe I’ll write about trees.
…just another summer day
simmering humidity, hot, thin air,
clouds hang in the breezeless sky,
low, gray, hoarding raindrops
~kat
Kimo poems are an Israeli version of haikqApparently, there was a need for more syllables in Hebrew. That said, most of the rules are still familiar:
• 3 lines.
• No rhymes.
• 10 syllables in the first line, 7 in the second, and 6 in the third.
Also, the kimo is focused on a single frozen image (kind of like a snapshot). So it’s uncommon to have any movement happening in kimo poems.
So, I don’t know about you, but I am already weary of the US election process. Dozens of candidates, center to left to far left ad nauseam. What I’d really like to see is the people who are already in the hallowed, hollowed halls of Congress do their job. It’s frustrating. So I’m taking a break. Let me know when it’s down to one candidate. Anyone will be better than what we’ve got right now. And I promise to vote for them, whoever they are.
What is obscene is the amount of money we are pouring into the primaries. When our schools and teachers are underfunded and underpaid; when there are children being held in cages at our border, denied even the most basic of needs, soap, water, dignity; when pharmaceutical companies are making record profits and the elderly and sickest among us are forced to choose between life and survival…It makes me sick to hear about millions of dollars raised here and there, and to receive appeals in my email inbox for just one more dollar…just a dollar to get said candidate on the next debate roster.
So yes, I don’t know about you, but I am over it already. It’s summer after all. I’m taking time out to smell a few roses, to catch sea breezes in my hair, to burrow my toes in the warm sand, to savor the dawn and linger under the trees at dusk considering the blessings of life. I still care about the world at large, I will always care, but for now, for now, there are raindrops and songbirds calling my name.
Have a wonderful week!
keep to yourself, if you please,
i don’t care who is gaining
if you want call it that…
there is no urgency
the sun’s shining, all is well,
come, let’s swim in the rain
the rain pitapatting
i shall never grow weary of the green
~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.
like mercury colliding... 