grass between my toes,
breeze softly tossing my hair,
wispy clouds, blue sky,
sometimes I need reminding
where I’m from and who I am
-kat – 8 April 2017
(NaPoWriMo 2017 #8 -A Tanka – 5/7/5/7/7)
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Barefoot – NaPoWriMo 2017 #8
Lost in the Storm – NaPoWriMo 2017 #6
I almost forgot last night’s
storm, blinded by radiant
streams of sun bursting
from a breach of clustering,
cumulus billows, remnants
of a tempest not content
to blow over lightly, swelling
instead into her next fit
of fury…I almost forgot
how crazed you were,
even your smile cannot
span the breach between
us…not yet…maybe never.
-kat – 6 April 2017
(NaPoWriMo 2017 – Optional Prompt – “Write about different ways of looking at something.” I decided to tackle the challenge in on poem.)
Little Things – NoPoWriMo 2017 #4
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Little Things
it’s the little things
forget the forest, I want to hug trees
it’s the little things
like collecting pebbles, now that’s my bling
or blowing white floaties setting them free
it doesn’t take much to entertain me
it’s the little things
kat – 4 April 2017
(NoPoWriMo 2017 #4 – Rondelet – AbAabbA – A lines are tetra-syllabic or dimeter and the other lines are twice as long – octasyllabic or tetrameter)
Joy – Magnetic Poetry Monday – 6 February 2017
sometimes joy comes when
we are not looking
it may be there, lingering
on a cool salty breeze
or in a steaming porcelain cup…
it could be
in a dog’s wet kisses,
baby’s breath or red velvet cake
or smiling eyes and belly laughs…
but here’s the thing
you have to notice it to
be blessed.
kat ~ 6 February 2017
Magnetic Poetry – Poet Kit
Robin Red In Winter
defiantly he puffs his crimson breast,
his muted warbling chokes on frigid air,
heart aflutter on lofty bough he rests
starved for warmth beneath the sun’s icy glare
his muted warbling chokes on frigid air
enduring his inevitable fate
starved for warmth beneath the sun’s icy glare
they’ll return when spring is greening where he waits
enduring his inevitable fate
though his flock mates flew to warmer climes
they’ll return when spring is greening where he waits
instincts in play to help him pass the time
though his flock mates flew to warmer climes
heart aflutter on lofty bough he rests
instincts in play to help him pass the time
defiantly he puffs his crimson breast
kat ~ 13 September 2017
(a Pantoum poem)
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