it’s occurred to me that I have been dying my entire life, little by little teardrop by teardrop heart-stop by heart-stop as every love cut short nips a piece of me and carries it like a souvenir over the rainbow to summer land, to heaven, to Valhalla, leaving me to stop the bleeding, to heal to move on until the next assault of grief comes wielding a sickle slicing bits of me, it’s a crash course in letting go, you know, preparing me, I suppose… and when my time comes to shed this beleaguered flesh my soul will surely be bejeweled with pieces of you and you and you… if I’ve loved you and you me, I’m afraid it’s inevitable…so I’m apologizing in advance, for contributing to your own collection of tiny deaths, if I should be the first to leave… forgive me for snatching a bit of your light to keep me in the dark unknown imagine me in the mist beyond the veil, bedazzled with pieces of you and you and you on some starry starry night we’ll dance around the moon
~kat
Rest in Peace, Thelonious Myles – May 31, 2024 ~ We loved you for two years…not long enough for you or us, but at least you knew you were loved. ❤️
how tempted am I to lose myself here deep, deeper still, hidden from the dawn “I’ll be back soon,” I lie, “I won’t be long.” far off the path, no turning back, no fear deep, deeper still, hidden from the dawn how tempted am I to lose myself here
~kat
Poetry Form: the Biolet
The Biolet is a six line poem, and like the triolet, the first two lines are repeated as the last two lines, however in reverse. The rhyme scheme of the biolet thus can be expressed as ABbaBA (with the capital letters representing the repeated lines). The length of the lines can be in iambic tetrameter (8 syllables), iambic pentameter (10 syllables), iambic hexameter (12 syllables), or in unmetered lines of random lengths.
I dipped my toes into the dirt the other day leaves of grass gave way, crushed under my feet, blades of green sprouting through the in between I expected to feel magic, connection, something I don’t know what I was thinking…it’s been so long since I‘ve let my feet run free, unencumbered by socks and hard-soled shoes, not a day goes by that I allow myself this luxury, so long it has been that my feet stumble, my toes curl inward, when I try throwing me off balance, how unfamiliar it feels, I suppose it has been too long, but I hope not too late to reconnect with the space beneath me, with the world around me, with the dirt, cool and moist, soft and forgiving there is magic, I’m sure of it, I’ve just forgotten how to dance while on my way to becoming, I forgot how to become undone
sometimes when the moon is full I swoon, basked in soft light, and imagine you in the vastness, gazing at her, connecting us like a tidal wave, you flood my senses, so far away, yet here
~kat
NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 28 Challenge: try your hand at writing a sijo. This is a traditional Korean verse form. A sijo has three lines of 14-16 syllables. The first line introduces the poem’s theme, the second discusses it, and the third line, which is divided into two sentences or clauses, ends the poem – usually with some kind of twist or surprise.
I’ve spent three days boiling driftwood, driftwood that the fish nerd at the pet store said was okay to put right into my fish tank driftwood that in a matter of hours turned crystal clear water that I’d spent weeks conditioning, blood red…the fish didn’t seem to mind it, did you know the tannins in driftwood are not harmful to tropical fish? well, harmful or not, blood red is not a good look especially given the fact that I recently killed off a thriving aquarium community because I had the audacity to get a bigger tank so my fish would have more room to do what fish do…. swim, eat fish flakes, swim…with me watching… having a fish tank is so calming…I’ll be boiling driftwood again tomorrow…as long as it takes… the driftwood is still bleeding red
~kat
NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 27 Challenge: write an “American sonnet.” What’s that? Well, it’s like a regular sonnet but . . . fewer rules? Like a traditional Spencerian or Shakespearean sonnet, an American sonnet is shortish (generally 14 lines, but not necessarily!), discursive, and tends to end with a bang, but there’s no need to have a rhyme scheme or even a specific meter.
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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