…to poets
oft’ melancholy,
we’re an oddity at best
seeing things others don’t see,
crazy, some might jest
how dull life would be without poets!
~kat
For this year’s final NaPoWriMo 2019 Prompt #30: try your hand at a minimalist poem, I am using a micropoetry / short form I created a few months ago that I call the Horatiodet, inspired by the Horatio-styled Ode. My micro-version is 5 lines in all with a syllable count of 5-7-7-5-9 and a rhyme scheme of ababb.
…to the road
good intention paved,
it is where the rubber meets,
cans to kick, trails to blaze
‘midst primroses sweet
middling to high, hot hell to beat
~kat
And so we come to end of this month of Horatiodets. I really like this new form. It’s a keeper. Tomorrow begins another fabulous short form poetry style. Can’t wait to give it a spin!
…to the pebble
devil in my shoe
making me stumble again
irritating, minuscule,
heart of a mountain,
unassuming fleck, chiseled by rain
~kat
…to kindness
sometimes a smile
a nod or a knowing glance
timed just right, no hint of guile
can give hope a chance
to change heavy hearts from gloom, perchance
~kat
…to unremarkable things
tiny flower buds
the sound puppies snoring
poofy pops of soapy suds
baby’s breath wafting
precious moments that are everything
~kat
like mercury colliding... 