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Nightfall – NaPoWriMo 2017 #17

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the breeze is sweetened by the rain
as bulbous drops on petals cling
beneath a starless sky, brushed gray
night is hovering on the wing

in the gloaming street lights flicker
glowing amber mist descending
shadows loom as fog grows thicker
night is hovering on the wing

gather round for bedtime fables
rock-a-bye hush, the children sing
stay awake if you are able
night is hovering on the wing

kat – 17 April 2017
(NaPoWriMo 2017 #17 – A Kyrielle Poem for today’s prompt to write a Nocturne)


Life Force


Graying skies, illuminated,
saltless tears collecting, swelling
droplets bursting, earth is sated;
pools of vibrant life force welling.

Breezes sweet and warm with dew
tease the buds to bloom compelling
Winter’s surrender; Spring’s debut;
pools of vibrant life force welling.

Sweetness rains upon the gravid loam
fertile ooze with seedlings melding;
wake up the sleeping world, our home
pools of vibrant life force welling.

~kat – 20 February 2017
(A Kyrielle)


When Mourning Comes

Some storms can linger on for days
engulfing me in shrouded gray
wretched words heavy on my tongue
the nights are long when mourning comes.

It’s akin to lunacy
the hours crawl, I can’t break free
my life by darkness overcome
the night is long when mourning comes.

No amount of positive spin,
can quell this tempest deep within
my soul is longing for the sun
The night is long when mourning comes.

Eventually the light breaks through
beyond the clouds midst shades of blue
there to remind me where I’m from
the night is long…then morning comes!

kat ~ 18 June 2016
(A Kyrielle…with a twist!)


Lone Journey

A Kyrielle Poem for Jane Dougherty’s Weekly Poetry Challenge using the words: Moonlight, tread, wary, secret, swaying and the photo below as inspiration.

DreamingTrees
Evening moonlight floods the pathway
swaying trees lean in shadow play
along the treaded road to home
each soul must journey here alone.

Once upon each new life dawning
wary travelers seek belonging
often forgetting what they know
each soul must journey here alone.

Days turn into weeks, months, years
decades spent in joy and in tears
some find life spent, nothing to show
each soul must journey here alone.

Still others with true joie de vivre
have no regrets come time to leave
they know the secret in their bones
each soul must journey here alone.

Soon, too soon life’s final chapter
turns the page to the hereafter
promising peace for all who roam
each soul must journey here alone.

kat ~ 26 May 2016


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