deer at the bird feeders
how lovely, these three
deer friends happened by, their grace,
prompting me to breathe
we coexist peacefully
sisters from different mothers
~kat
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Day 12 – glimmer and grace
Day 3…KISS
KISS
it was an ordinary day
nothing special, but it was good
I wouldn’t change it if I could
I kept it simple you might say
nothing special, but it was good
it was an ordinary day
~kat
(Keep It Simple Stupid)
Sometimes a glimmer is realizing you don’t need an over the top, amazingly, magnificent, spectacular kind of day to feel alive. You just have to be…alive…and remember to breathe. 💚
Poetry Form: The Biolet
The biolet was invented by the Brazilian poet Filinto de Almeida and first appeared in print in his book Lyrica in 1887. It is a six line poem where the first two lines are repeated as the last two lines, however in reverse. The rhyme scheme is ABbaBA (with the capital letters representing the repeated lines). Most of Almeida’s original biolets in Portuguese were in iambic tetrameter (8 syllables), but you could also try iambic pentameter (10 syllables), iambic hexameter (12 syllables), and unmetered lines of random lengths as well.
Day Two
she never was
behind these insulated walls
I’ve everything I need, and all
manner of life’s pleasantries
words spinning into poetry
books to read, trees for shade
an office where I work for pay
running water, air and heat
pillows, a soft place to sleep
the perfect view of dawn and dusk
I needn’t leave, but if I must
I make my ventures short and sweet
to gather mostly food to eat
the great pandemic sent me home
to work remotely on my own
this eremition’s grown on me
when time slips and I cease to be
will anyone remember me
no matter, i am quite content
to simply be, it’s time well spent
behind these insulated walls
I’ve everything I need, and all
~kat
Today’s “glimmer” is the joy of learning a new word and applying it in verse!
Eremition (eh-ruh-MIH-shun)
(n.) The act of gradually fading from the lives of others, not out of malice but a desire for solitude or renewal.
Example: Over the years, his eremition went unnoticed, until one day he was simply gone.
I saw this word in my social media feed. A new word to me. What a thrill it was to happen upon it. I found resonance with its meaning. Since migrating from a brick and mortar cubicle to work from home during the pandemic, I have enjoyed the solitary aspect of working remotely. I don’t miss the petty office politics, the gossip, the backbiting, the time sucking commute. I’m more productive. Truly. Who knew that making a living could actually support having a life?
musings on a gray dawn day
musings on a gray dawn day
no glistening streams of golden rays
today the dawn is draped in gray
the ground is damp and smells of musk
of fading leaves and hickory husks
but I’m not blue because you see
weather has no power o’er me
and facts are facts, the sun did rise
just as the new moon blots the sky
no matter what each day may bring
i can be sure of one true thing
as morning comes to break the night
no one or thing can dim my light
it never lasts, the dark and gray
and so I rise to seize the day
each moment, opportunity
to be the best that I can be
~kat
Magnetic Haiku
It’s been a minute since I dabbled in magnetic poetry. You should give it a go…it’s good for the soul. Peace and love my peeps! ✌️🫶🖖
Find the online magnetic poetry tool HERE. I used the Happiness kit and the Nature kit today.
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