how unnatural it feels this chill in the air the changing of seasons winter to spring arrested held captive for excruciating seconds, summer in the wing collecting souls for the keeping never to be seen again, transported to the fragrant fields of summer land, of endless summers just beyond the veil, while we weep winter overstaying it’s welcome night spilling into the dawn
Just getting this out of my head and onto the page. I don’t like being angry. But that’s my reality right now and I’m guessing I’m not alone. I don’t want to forget how I’m feeling right now. Accepting it, recognizing it, redirecting this anger toward making a change, to once and for all righting the wrongs of our collective apathy and hopelessness is how i choose to move forward, for myself, for the children, for the outcast, the marginalized, the forgotten…for our world. But first, right now, I’m just angry.
enough is enough
your thoughts and prayers pierce us like daggers emptying our hearts of the last drops of grace for your boastful posturing, your lies, your meaningless words that seek to change the narrative, holding us hostage while you wait, wait, wait for us to forget once again that you really don’t care about the slaughtering of innocents, or for refugees, or others, not like you, please save your prayers to your vengeful god, a hateful god who doles death to the weak, who brandishes weapons of war proudly, a god in whom no mercy can be found for the meek, a god that you’ve created in your own image who boasts of being pro life while shattering the lives of the living we will not forget how you led the lambs to slaughter how you congratulated yourselves, for protecting the rights of monsters, there’s a special place in hell for you, would that I believed in hell
Merlin will be 100 in cat years in a few short months a mischievous imp he is with fading eyes and random patches of gray, a toothless mouth that pouts when he mews, but he still wears his tuxedo coat like a regal gentleman who dines on pâté while demanding the servitude of his ever-devoted human
(that would be me)
of course i comply to his every whim i’m a sucker for soft fur, and deep rhythmic purrs mesmerized by the dark flecks in his green eyes deep as wells and by the trust implied by his gaze having tested me these twenty-one years
~kat
Na/GloPoWriMo 2022 - Day 24 Prompt: write a poem in which you describe something with a hard-boiled simile. Feel free to use just one, or try to go for broke and stuff your poem with similes till it’s . . . as dense as bread baked by a plumber, as round as the eyes of a girl who wants you to think she’s never heard such language, and as easy to miss as a brass band in a cathedral.
Now I don’t know if my similes are all that, (as mentioned in the examples above), but I did manage to pen a few. They say one should always write what one knowS. I guess you could say I know my subject quite well, like an old friend he is…my gentleman kittie, Merlin.
never send cut flowers to the grieving eventually they wilt wither and die a dismal reminder of their beloved departed
it’s a cruel thing to do don’t you see
but if you must send something green a lovely potted plant filled with buds on the cusp of blooming or a tree one that’s hearty and strong a tribute a celebration of life a reminder that life goes on
~kat
Na/GloPoWriMo2022 Day 23 Prompt: write a poem in the style of Kay Ryan, whose poems tend to be short and snappy – with a lot of rhyme and soundplay. They also have a deceptive simplicity about them, like proverbs or aphorisms.
just listen let me talk nod your head give me an uh-hmm or two eye contact…i need eye contact and your time and your attention, your presence i need you to be present
i would do the same if you needed me too you know it’s true i’ve been there for you so i’m hoping it’s not too much to ask at least i hope not
and one more thing, well maybe a few, i don’t need you to fix anything or defend me or get mad or tell me what i should do i’d like to figure that out on my own, as i said all i need you to do is let me talk just listen
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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