Auguste Renoir Odalisque 1870, oil on canvas at the National Gallery in Washington, D.c.
A Friend, A Job, A Painting, A Lie
just the other day i ran into an old friend her name? well i couldn’t say… i remembered then we were close once, as she walked away
night shift at Denny’s i kept cups filled with coffee serving strangers for pennies and kept company with other odd night owls like me
intoxicating her dark eyes piercing my soul provocatively posing she draws me in close ensnared by her charm, she swallows me whole
it’s just a white lie you’re just trying to be nice so look ‘em straight in the eye don’t let them ask twice bend the truth a bit, that’s my advice
~kat
Na/GloPoWriMo 2022 Day 21 Prompt: write a poem in which you first recall someone you used to know closely but are no longer in touch with, then a job you used to have but no longer do, and then a piece of art that you saw once and that has stuck with you over time. Finally, close the poem with an unanswerable question.
For today i decided to use the Horatiodet, a short form of the Horatian Ode that I created a few years ago. I wrote a stanza for each part. They don’t really mesh. Not sure if they were supposed to, but it’s on prompt and you get 4 for 1 today! 😊
The Horatiodet is a total of 5 lines, syllable count: 5-7-7-5-9 / rhyme scheme: ababb. In other words, it is a short Horatian Ode (only one stanza), a form based on the style of Horace, Quintus Horatius Flaccus (December 8, 65 BC – November 27, 8 BC), the leading Roman lyric poet.
just listen let me talk nod your head give me an uh-hmm or two eye contact…i need eye contact and your time and your attention, your presence i need you to be present
i would do the same if you needed me too you know it’s true i’ve been there for you so i’m hoping it’s not too much to ask at least i hope not
and one more thing, well maybe a few, i don’t need you to fix anything or defend me or get mad or tell me what i should do i’d like to figure that out on my own, as i said all i need you to do is let me talk just listen
hummingbirds return to gather sweet nips of nectar
bare wintered tree limbs are greening soon the leaves will pop
ever faithful dawn rising sun she quells the dark night
it is possible anything if you can dream it
i have all i need it’s enough to love and be loved
~kat
Na/GloPoWriMo2022 Day 18 Prompt: write your own poem that provides five answers to the same question – without ever specifically identifying the question that is being answered.
For today’s poems a series of Kelly Lunes - three lines each with the syllable pattern: 5-3-5.
Off topic today for Na/GloPoWriMo2022. Couldn’t really go there just yet. but if you would like to give it a try, here’s a link:CLICK HERE.
Thought this was a good time for a ReVerse. Maybe bring me some closure. it’s been a rough year 2022, but i’m really trying to write a little bit every day.
Have a lovely end to your weekend…
A ReVerse Poem
death comes a-calling letting go to ride the wind, to fall to pieces, on bursts of breath Shadow follows close, a breath away we don’t want to be late (to) day’s fiery dénouement we’ll tip whistling kettle to cup, act like everything’s okay… curse the Muse, blow out the candles one by one think i’m gonna go unplug the moments after the rain because ignorance is bliss after all these years life cycles on, don’t look back, but if you do, (there’s) a cricket crooning loudly this is what growing up feels like spring on the cusp. i don’t want your opinion left in the wake of a visit from death
~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.
take care not to fill that cold space too soon left in the wake of a visit from death surrender to wafts of scent left behind departing remnants of life in a room savor the sweetness with each inhaled breath as memories of life shared fill your mind the world can spin on without you today turn off your phone, brew some tea, get some rest focus on you right now, grieving takes time for some days, months, more; there is no right way no reason or rhyme
~kat
Na/GloPoWriMo2022 - Day 16 Prompt: Write a Curtal Sonnet (see the description below). Since i am deep in the thick of it these days, taking full advantage of the Melancholy Muse who lurks in from the shadows to show her face in times like these.
The curtal sonnet consists of 10 lines written in iambic pentameter and a final line consisting of a single spondee (or foot consisting of two long or stressed syllables). Here's the rhyme scheme:
Line 1: a Line 2: b Line 3: c Line 4: a Line 5: b Line 6: c Line 7: d Line 8: b Line 9: c Line 10: d Line 11: c
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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