Tag Archives: longing



revolution’s call,
vicissitude’s avidity,
a dreamer’s longing…
metamorphosis happens
when faint hearts become fearless


For Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge using synonyms only if the prompt words:

Ambition: dream, longing, desideratum, avidity Change: metamorphosis, revolution, vicissitude.

The Brightest Star



Photo by ©Jess Mann

The Brightest Star

I used to wish upon the brightest star
that you and I would love eternally
on nights we’d sit at water’s edge til dawn
and dream about the future you and me
but stars cannot be trusted with our dreams
they’re just a pale reflection of the past
illusions of a light that’s long since died
and proof that nothing in this world lasts
‘twas just a silly wish I held onto
that I would never walk this path alone
but fate usurped star’s power in the end
the reaper took his cue and called you home
I still sit by the river late at night
but not to wish or dream as lovers do
I seek the brightest star that I can find
and wonder to myself if it is you.

kat ~ 31 August 2016

This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s Challenge to write a metered poem in Tetrameter (four beats to the line) or Pentameter (five beats). I chose the latter and while it was not compulsory for my poem to rhyme, it ended up that way. It reads like a ballad…a throwback to my songwriting days. The prompt words that Jane suggested are Stars, Night and Water and the photo prompt above is loaned to us by ©Jess Mann.



Heartstops  (encounters into and out of love)


the edge of my peripheral view
caught a glimpse of you
drinking me

i dared not return your gaze
for fear of succumbing

piercing intensity
branded the nape of my neck

trembling waves of air
fluttered wisps of my hair
as you blinked


hair on end
arcing to brush
your aura

when not
by chance
we touch

then try to pull
away like mercury



rapturous refrains
swelling syllables


the wind
played its part
wooing when
seconds past
your passing
bore your fragrance
seizing me


you exhaled
in close proximity

i turned
inhaling deeply

perchance to share
the moist warm air
that once filled
space inside
of you


fleeting images

pale light dancing
on luminous skin
scintillating splendor
soft tossed hair

time eclipsed
in memory
if ever my soul longs
i find you there


aching distance
taunts my senses

scents startle
shadows hound
voices mimic

daggers pierce
my soul

i bleed
kat 2001

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