night falls intensely
in the woods
whispering stillness
~kat
Daily Lune #3 inspired by Jane Dougherty’s daily short-form Poetry Challenge. And so out first full day of vacation commences. Last night outside our little lake cabin in the woods I was stunned by the stillness. This is going to be a good week. 😊
rooted deep, prevailing,
stripped lean from winter’s pruning
magnolia blooms resolute
~kat
lush, green canopy
sunlight stream
flush of the morning
~kat
For June…a Lune! I had suggested a Lune to Jane Dougherty for our daily short form poetry challenge. The Lune is a three line poem, either 5/3/5 syllables or 3/5/3 words. Jane went for the word form today. I opted for the syllable style. Please join us! I like the idea of a short poem written daily.
no concept
of personal space
nudging closer, closer
sprawled on my chest
heavy feet kneading rhythmically
nose to nose, breath to breath
~kat
Here we are on the last day of Jane Dougherty’s Daily Poem Challenge, “42”. I am certain that there are many questions left unanswered, even after an exhaustive 31 day effort. I had several unfinished drafts in my notebook. This one seemed to me to be a perfect one to finish and end on. My cat Merlin has a way of putting things into perspective for me when I become too bothered with the questions of life. His message, I am sharing with you today…
“You don’t have anywhere you need to be ‘mon chéri’ (yes, he talks to me this way…), except right here. Let me feel your fingers behind my ears and along my back as I press my paws against your soft flesh. All you need to do this minute, my dear Kat, is look deeply into my eyes and breathe…in and out…slowly…just breathe…your questions and their answers can wait.”
It’s been fun Jane. Thanks for the poetry form prompt. 🙂
time for replanting
pale peace lily, a gift, rooted
in a dusting of dirt and gel beads
you’ve lasted for years, my hope
will you survive, now free, your feet newly
plotted in peat or die from the shock of change
~kat
For Jane Dougherty’s Daily Poem Challenge: “42”. I’m heading on vacation next week and bringing my plants from the office home, where they will stand a better chance of survival, and watering, if needed, by the cat-sitter. It seems like a good time to re-pot this hearty little plant. I’ve had it for years. It is rooted in just a small amount of soil, plopped into a what was once a bright array of gel dots. They have since lost their color and shape. The plant now sits in a tall vase of goo that barely holds water. Certainly, I am hoping it will spread its roots with delight once settled into nutrient rich soil. But there is a part of me that wonders if plants like people get so used to the prisons they find themselves in, that once set free, they wither away from the shock of change. I’m hoping it’s not the latter. At the very least I owe it to this little plant to give it a taste of real…or as real as it can be, life, in a clay pot.
Update…I’m thinking she likes her new digs…fingers crossed. 😊
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