
…to a potted plant
you don’t need a lot
a bit of soil, water, light
root-bound in a small clay pot
wondrous neophyte
thriving in my cubicle outright
~kat

…to a potted plant
you don’t need a lot
a bit of soil, water, light
root-bound in a small clay pot
wondrous neophyte
thriving in my cubicle outright
~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