the night
looms black, heavy
with rain, distant flashes
of light illuminate the sky,
thunder
~kat
Off topic today for NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 25. I did the exercise eking out an extremely long diatribe of drivel…I wrote and wrote and wrote and keep writing as instructed, but found the resulting verse rather self indulgent and verbose. It is storming tonight. I settled on a familiar form, the Cinquain, for this, the 25th day.
there beneath the juniper tree
bursting buds of berry blue,
a greening grove of blackberries’
white blossom clusters bloom
cousin of the thorny rose
ambrosia of the fae
goddess plant, its sacred fruit
fills pies on Brigid’s day
lovely, this midsummer fare
bright leaves for healing tea
berry clusters plump and sweet
there beneath the juniper tree
~kat
The Blackberry…for today’s NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 24: write about a particular fruit.
Sof ha’olam, smolah
at the end of the world, turn left
normal’s not normal anymore
follow the path due north, head west
at the end of the world, turn left
take what you need and leave the rest
dust off those dreams, let your heart soar
at the end of the world, turn left
normal’s not normal anymore
~kat
A Triolet for NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 22: find an idiomatic phrase from a different language or culture, and use it as the jumping-off point for your poem.
Hebrew – (Sof ha’olam, smolah) סוף העולם שמאלה. – “At the end of the world, turn left.”
A Triolet is a poetic form consisting of only 8 lines. Within a Triolet, the 1st, 4th, and 7th lines repeat, and the 2nd and 8th lines do as well. The rhyme scheme is simple: ABaAabAB, capital letters representing the repeated lines.
mist-like rain
roses adorning
the wind sighs
my soul sings
‘tis morning
~kat
I couldn’t sleep before assuaging the Muse after that dreadful NaPoWriMo! A Blackout Poem was just what I needed to lure her back from hiding! 😉 based on the poem below, found words on bold text:
Morning
Paul Laurence Dunbar – 1872-1906
The mist has left the greening plain,
The dew-drops shine like fairy rain,
The coquette rose awakes again
Her lovely self adorning.
The Wind is hiding in the trees,
A sighing, soothing, laughing tease,
Until the rose says “kiss me, please”
‘Tis morning, ’tis morning.
With staff in hand and careless-free,
The wanderer fares right jauntily,
For towns and houses are, thinks he,
For scorning, for scorning,
My soul is swift upon the wing,
And in its deeps a song I bring;
come, Love, and we together sing,
“‘Tis morning, ’tis morning.”
needlepoint audacity
damn right, hell yeah, she persisted
against their condescending voices
they tried to quiet hers, insisted
that she let them make her choices
smile when they made lewd advances
their vile, lascivious, lustful groping
she persisted, ignored their glances
long-suffering, persistent, hoping
peering at that high glass ceiling
pressing on in grace, in fierceness
legions femme, their voices peeling
me too, locking arms, souls, fearless
mothers, daughters, maidens, crones
the changing tide, the ceiling cracking
in sisterhood, a force worth reckoning
with a vote, they’ll send them packing
rising from the shadows beckoning
persist, it’s time they take their place
to earn the lauds they’re due, respect
to shed those mantles of disgrace
persist, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet
~kat
For today’s NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 20: write a poem about a handmade or homemade gift that you have received. I chose the empowering, beautiful needlepoint pictured above. Crafted by a kindred soul sister, including my favorite “weed-flowers”: dandelions, capeweed, henbit, speedwell.
like mercury colliding... 