after days of rain
the shallow rooted pine
succumbed to gravity
bare limbs brushing the clay
thicket creeper creeping
~kat
For today, a gogyohka. It’s meant to be concise (five lines) but free (variable line length with each phrase). No special seasonal or cutting words. No subject matter constraints. Just five lines of poetic phrases.
It’s been a good week here in the foothills. We have three new Phoebe chicks nesting just under the eave of our house. My peace lily has four blooms…FOUR! That’s a first for me. The money tree is thriving. Got tomatoes and cucumber plants sprouting in a little back porch garden, the roses are blooming, blackberry buds are emerging, the weeds are blooming, clover is abundant, including a dozen or more four leafers, and I saw my first woodpecker! I’ve been on this earth over 60 years and never saw one in person until this week! And I actually had time to start reading a book. Oh my…a book!
It’s the little things, isn’t it? The little insignificant things that we missed when we were so busy going here and there, working from dawn to dusk in windowless cubicles and offices, the hours spent commuting, stuck in traffic. The virus has been disruptive, terrifying and devastating, but it has also forced us to slow down. And if we are wise, we take a moment to notice. Just notice. The little things will do the rest. They’ve been there all along waiting for you.
Have a week filled with little things my friends. Stay safe, stay healthy…peace.
Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 17 May 2020
I remember every first moment
i am like the wind
everything is gray
head in the heavens
I don’t need a new normal
diminutive perfection
~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. I use it as a review of the previous week.
weeds
to the seeker’s eye
diminutive perfection
Gaia’s masterpiece
~kat
Just a few snap shots from my walk today. ❤️
I rise amidst a sea of green
dawn emerging through the trees
a gentle breeze, leaves a-flutter
my sleepy eyes take in the scene
sunlight sparking like diamonds
mornings here are so serene
the happy sound of birds a-chatter
night to day, the in between
a place to pause, to deeply breathe
a gentle breeze, leaves a flutter
oh to linger here a while, to dream
~kat
Magic 11 poem – my variation on the Magic 9 poem, a 9-line poem that doesn’t have any rules as far as meter or subject matter–just a rhyme scheme: abacadaba. Enter the Magic 11 abracadabra poem with the r’s intact, placeholders for a refrain. Rhyme scheme: abRacadabRa. (R for the refrain).
I need to remind you, Matilda my dear
it was you who chose me in late May of last year,
delivering four kittens underneath my old house.
I couldn’t just leave you like some heartless louse.
I rescued you, fed you, found everyone homes.
Now safe from the streets you are, never to roam.
But since you have joined my cat family, now six
you still run and hide, when I’m too close, you hiss!
It’s clear I’m your servant, there’s no doubting that,
slaving away while you sleep and grow fat!
Would it kill you, Matilda, to trust me a bit,
bring your feral butt over and let me love it?
I need to remind you, Matilda my dear
you chose well with me, you have nothing to fear.
~kat
I am a reluctant cat lady. I never planned to have SIX cats, but Matilda decided differently when she had her kittens under my front porch! We rescued two boys and a girl ( the white trio above) straight away. The boys mercifully are thriving with another family. The runt, our Frankie is growing like a weed! Matilda and her one all black kitten, Schrodinger, so named because he and his mum eluded capture for over a month, were on the lam long enough to develop a feral attitude! I’m happy to say that after a year they are just now allowing me to touch them lightly, briefly. Baby steps, consistency and a lot of patience is paying off! That makes three new kittens added to my aging brood, Casey (marble/white Tonkinese kitty, age 16), Sebastian (fluffy gray and white, age 18) and his brother Merlin (black and white, tuxedo coat, age 18). I didn’t plan to be a cat lady. But what’s a lover of creatures great and small to do?!
For NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 29: write a paean to the stalwart hero of your household: your pet.
