
…to being normal
i certainly don’t
advise following in line
sheepishly complying won’t
work if you’re inclined
to be you, not as others define
~kat

…to being normal
i certainly don’t
advise following in line
sheepishly complying won’t
work if you’re inclined
to be you, not as others define
~kat

…to mourning doves
dawn breaks in mourning
the haunting sound of doves’ cry
on this fairest of mornings
bright sun in the sky
a new day awaits, spread your wings, fly
~kat

…to dust
dead bits of shed skin
mite droppings, dander, and hair
remnants of life, layered thin,
adrift in the air…
death falls like a veil everywhere
~kat

…to poetry
so much more than rhyme,
metered feet and syllables
muse inspired moments in time
jumbled thoughts, scribbles
when it comes together…magical
~kat
Well, I noticed that I completely lost my mind yesterday regarding the format of my fancy invented poetry form, the horatiodet, and missed the mark. I suppose I could blame it on a chocolate high, but after perusing the other offerings this month it seems I’ve missed it a few times! Apparently the horatiodet is harder to pull off than it looks! In yesterday’s case, the final line should have rhymed with the previous line, not the first. As a reminder, the horatiodet is a 5-line mini ode with a syllable count of 5-7-7-5-9 and a rhyme scheme of ababb (not ababa). At any rate, my mistake did not seem to diminish the effectiveness of the poem. But time to get back on track, no looking back, no regrets…

…to amended regrets
if i could i would
forgive myself, my mistakes,
leave the past behind, i should,
but stalled in the wake
of regret there are amends to make
~kat