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
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.
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)
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
Photo Credit: Erin Leary
It was the most beautiful house on the harbor, resting on pylons in the shallows surrounded by water lilies and draped in wisteria. The Otis Family lived there for over a hundred years…until the fire.
I remember the flames lapping the night sky turning it an angry red, the heavy smoke eclipsing the full moon. That night I became acquainted with death and the fragility of life.
I visit the harbor when I am home. T’was the flu that kept me from the party that night. The stupid flu that nearly took my life that summer saved me.
kat ~ 4 February 2016
(99 Words)
A flash of fiction in response to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields weekly Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Story Challenge. This week the story is inspired by Erin Leary’s photo above. If you would like to ready other stories or enter your own, click HERE.
like mercury colliding... 