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soulmate

soulmate

in another lifetime
I imagine we were friends
lovers even
how familiar your gaze felt
in the back of my eyes
something…you know?
you know.

the fates have me
engaged this incarnation
with other concerns
life, love, heartache,
happiness…joy
still hopelessly lost
but for a serendipitous,
ill-timed, breathtaking
encounter
on a street corner
in the rain, in autumn
a brief moment when
our eyes met and held
and I remembered…
I remembered
then you were gone

~kat

A bit of fantasy today. A mix of fiction and poetry. And a Disclaimer…no actual soulmates are implicated in this yarn. You know who you are and where and when and we’ll…you know. 😉🥰


Grappling with fate

grappling with fate

nothing thrills me more,
not fortune, nor happenstance…
serendipity
rouses my soul to believe
in kismet, in providence

felicitous flukes
that bind us intrinsically
you know…pure magic

~kat

For Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Poetry Challenge inspired by these words and their synonyms:

Destiny: fortune, serendipity, happenstance, kismet, fate

Challenge: rouse, thrill, grapple.


Captain…not my Captain

Captain…not my Captain

it’s not in the cards
call it kismet; call it fate
but inspiration
can’t be gleaned when kibitzers
boasting genius are in charge

~kat

Another “fun with synonyms” exercise for Colleen Chesebro’s ‘Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge’ using synonyms of the words: destination: kismet, fate, in the cards and guide: captain, genius, inspiration, kibitzer.


Fated – Haiku 


you can’t fool karma
because actions speak louder
your words don’t impress

mortals are fated
to create lives worth living
lives worth dying for

~kat

For Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge, prompt words Fate (karma) and Make (impress, create)


Serendipity

A Cleave Poem for Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge “Message in a Bottle” with the prompt words: ethereal, placid, meander, forget, silver.

A cleave poem is three poems in one. To read it, start with the first “column” (in plain text) from top to bottom, then read the second (in bold italics), and finally read each line all the way across. In this Cleave poem there are two stories to tell, worlds apart until the message in a bottle connects them. It is serendipitous! 🙂


I found your message do you think of me?
as I meandered along the placid sea I know you are there
under the silver moon somewhere in the ethereal mist
I have sensed your presence forever so I wrote my heart
visiting my dreams, azure strokes of ink on parchment
your kisses on the cool breeze trusting destiny’s providence
waves caressing my feet to deliver this message
as the sun sets past the horizon on some distant shore
where you wait…and now I wait.

kat ~ 18 May 2016