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NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 17 – thinking out loud

thinking out loud

this
is
totally
absurd
the latest,
have you heard?
like nothing
we have ever
seen
idolatry
to the extreme
feigned religiosity
disgusting evangelicals
who make our lives
a living hell
they flock to him
like birds to seed
he uses them to
feed his greed
they willingly concede
he owns them ‘til
the day they die
mesmerized by
juicy lies
I pray they see
the honest truth
before the devil
demands
his due

~kat

NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 17 Challenge: write a poem that is inspired by a piece of music, and that shares its title with that piece of music.

Finally catching up after a crazy week!!! I was more inspired by the title than the actual lyrics of the song, “Thinking Out Loud” by Ed Sheeran. This is what I often think to myself in mixed political company. I have to fight myself from screaming what I really think out loud! In this climate things are better left unsaid, that is if one cares at all about seeing another day!



NaPoWriMo 2024 Challenge Day 16: The Corner Shoppe

The Corner Bookstore 

She lost me in Whispering Leaves…
“Only need a few minutes,” I said,
“go ahead…run your errands,
I’ll be here when you get back.”
She smiled that smile and said,
“See you later then.” I’m a terrible
liar. As I stepped through the portal
of this urban nook, books stacked
floor to ceiling, in eccentric, hoarded fashion, shelves, if there were any,
buried deep beneath dusty tomes begging to be touched, to feel
the gentle caress of fingertips
sliding along the page edges,
turning each sepia-stained leaf
to reveal hidden treasure.

It had only been minutes when the
store clerk weaved toward me
through narrow pathways banked
by beautiful books, my wife in tow,
“Here she is…” she declared, while
glancing at the title of my recent find.
“That’s a good one,” she winked,
“you should take it with you…”
My dear partner, my heart, smiled
that smile again, “you should, take
that book home, and a maybe few others.”

I don’t deserve her, I mused, as she
carried my new, old books to the register.

~kat

NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 16 Challenge: write a poem in which you closely describe an object or place, and then end with a much more abstract line that doesn’t left seemindaysgly have anything to do with that object or place, but which, of course, really does.


NaPoWriMo 2024 -Day 8 – A Perfect Day Interrupted

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A Perfect Day Interrupted

It was a perfect afternoon.
The shopping mall wasn’t too crowded
and I found the perfect parking spot
near the Sears store entrance.
Was in and out in record time with
the perfect gift for the twins’ birthday.
It was a perfect afternoon until you
came barreling out of nowhere slamming
my car from behind as the light changed
yellow to red, when everything went black…
The screech of tires and car horns
jolted me back, having been propelled
into oncoming traffic. It could have gone
badly, it could very well have been…you know…
I remember thinking then, “when my time comes
I hope it’s quick, something I don’t
see coming, like being rear-ended
in a mall parking lot”…I remember
thinking that would not be a bad way to go.

-kat

NaPoWriMo 2024 – Day 8 Challenge: write a poem that centers around an encounter or relationship between two people (or things) that shouldn’t really have ever met – whether due to time, space, age, the differences in their nature, or for any other reason.


NaPoWriMo 2024 – Day 6 – an empty sink

an empty sink

it was the unspoken rule
a sure antidote for the insanity
that seeped through the walls
and haunted the dark rooms
of my childhood home
everything in its place and
most of all, no dishes in the sink
it was nightly chore my sister and I hated
but one we knew, if not completed
each night to our father’s satisfaction
when he returned from his nightly binges
we could expect to be roused from sleep
by the sound of the cabinets being emptied
of dishes and silverware hitting the floor
ordered to clean the mess “we caused”
all because there was a fork left in the sink
or a tea cup, it didn’t matter,
I remember hiding in the clothes closet
to avoid his manic outbursts of rage
I learned to be perfect on the outside

eventually I realized that a spotless sink somehow provided my troubled father
with the appearance of order
a way to hide the disfunction
that hounded him and terrorized
our seemingly happy, little family
we looked good in Polaroid snapshots
we almost looked normal…

it would be years before I was able
to let dishes air dry in the sink
my sister too suffered this peculiar trait
eventually we both realized that life
can be a bit messy, that unfolded laundry
on a chair or dishes in the sink are not
grave sins, but simply signs of normal life
and messy normal is okay
but it’s a character flaw I contend with
because perfect is an illusion
so please don’t judge me
by my spotless sink…I’m not trying to hide
some horrible secret or assuage my angst
sometimes I just can’t help myself
but sometimes, I’ll leave a spoon
in the sink overnight on purpose
because I need to remember
though I am my fathers’s daughter
I am not crazy…
at least that’s what my therapist tells me

~kat

NaPoWriMo 2024 – Day 6 Challenge – And now for our (optional) prompt. Today’s we’d like to challenge you to write a poem rooted in “weird wisdom,” by which we mean something objectively odd that someone told you once, and that has stuck with you ever since. Need an example? Check out Naomi Shihab Nye’s poem “Making a Fist.”


waiting for spring

waiting for spring

on the cusp of spring
when the world is damp and bleak
when tall tree limbs
stretch toward the heavens
stripped bare by the fierce
nor’easters of winter
their brittle fingers
clutching air
against the gray
I wonder
what if winter hangs on
and spring never comes?
how easy it is to teeter
on the edge, weary from
long, dark nights, from
the frigid nip of ice-laced
wind against my face
chilling me to the bone
how silly of me to think it

spring always comes

as if on cue
the song of peepers
from the edge of a nearby
creek echoes through the mist
snapping me out of all doubt
settling my wild musing
reassured now, as if…
and I think,
I just may have a few more
springs in me left until
winter wraps me in eternity
just a few more

~kat