
the fog clears
vanishing to blue
sunburned mist
~kat
For Haiku Horizons’ Challenge, Prompt Word, Vanish.

the fog clears
vanishing to blue
sunburned mist
~kat
For Haiku Horizons’ Challenge, Prompt Word, Vanish.

flag at half staff
sign of tragedy but
which one
school shooting…or
death of a government
official?
~kat~
You never know when you might need that 3-inch lug-nut wrench that came with the baby gate I had when my kids were toddling.
“How old are my kids?” you ask.
Well, if you must know, they have children of their own now. All the more reason to hang onto that little tool. Never know when they might need it.
“And the keys?” you ask, “What are they for?”
Well, that black one? That was from my first apartment. Great place that was. Just a block away from downtown. Loved that place. And that tiny one? My very first diary. I still have it…somewhere…I think. The others? I’m not sure. But someone knows. So I keep them around, just in case.
I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that all of this junk is useless. But I’ll have you know that I’m the first one everyone comes to when they need tape, a pen, a battery or a rubber-band. I can be counted on for a paper clip in a pinch, or a bandaid or one of those adapter thingies that you use to plug a three-pronged plug into a two-pronged outlet.

Junk you say? I know, and you do too, that you would be lost without me, but it’s okay if you don’t want to admit it. You know I’ll always be here if you need me. Remember that next time you need a twist-tie.
~kat
For MindLoveMiserysMenagerie Sunday Writing Prompt:”House as Self”. They say you can tell a lot about a person by the parts of a house that they are drawn to. I find myself reflected not in a particular room or space, but a drawer…a junk drawer to be exact. You know you love me…😉

heaven is falling
her wispy canopy
caressing earth
serenaded by birdsong
swelling in the mist,
mourning doves, blue jays, chickadees, cowbirds, and crows
~kat~

a paper crown
lies crumpled in the sun,
gold rubbish on black asphalt
somewhere, a crownless royal
looks in the mirror, head bare,
the sting of loss settling in
~kat~