grass long
and tall
dances in the
delicious breeze
breath of god
softly flowing
the red breast trudges
through the garden
beneath the blue, but
the worms are
hiding…it’s
too cool
in purple
always fight for what
is good and remember,
but for your light
some never come to
hope, only seeing the
dark night of the soul
beneath every garden
roots and seeds
winter in the
darkness…
a time to rest and
a time to blossom
~kat
my garden heaves her
last bit of sweetness
as the cool beauty of
death whispers to her
urging her to sleep…
to dream of spring
I am not dazzled by
broken gods and
fool-hearty men who
must be surrounded by
all-embracing prisoners
of fear to feel whole
keep trusting in
the goodness of
others even if it is
hard to see….I
believe it’s always
there, waiting to care
every path is thick
with followers but
wanderers leave fresh
tracks through the wild
~kat
nature does not
murmur feeling
blue when night
falls, for she sees
the light in every
dark thing
remember to make
time to enjoy the
little things in life
all work and no play
is not living
mist rising after
the rain, warm
meeting cool in a
dreamlike symphony…
fading away
in the light of day
champagne blushed
my foolish heart
dances to a broken
rhythm…I almost remember
how it was to be wild,
myself, in color
~kat
Magnetic Poetry…try your hand at this fun exercise in wordplay HERE.
For MindLoveMiserysMenagerie’s Sunday Writing Prompt: to write a piece launched by this quote from Sherlock Holmes (the series):
Oh, I may be on the side of the angels, but don’t think for one second that I am one of them …..
Seventy times seven, blah, blah, blah. Have you ever done the math? I have. 490. That’s it. At this point I have more than fulfilled my quota of this mandate to forgive. Besides, I don’t see anyone standing in line to forgive me for existing. In fact, the hits keep coming, if you know what I mean. Here are a few gems from that hit list…
“Love the sinner, hate the sin…You know we love you. We just don’t agree with your lifestyle choices….You could change if you wanted to…You have an agenda…Stop flaunting your sexuality…It’s just a phase…You don’t deserve special rights…It’s because of you we have earthquakes, hurricanes, floods…the plague (I wish I was that powerful)…You’re an abomination…God hates you…You’re going to hell (kinda thought I was already there)…and my personal favorite; the one that rips through me like a hot poker through butter…I’m praying for you.”
Please don’t. I’m trying to forgive you. I’m trying to not judge you. I’m trying to love you, but you make it so difficult.
Because there’s this too. “Love your enemies… If someone slaps you on one cheek, turn to them the other also. If someone takes your coat, do not withhold your shirt from them.” I fall short everyday. But that doesn’t mean I don’t keep trying; 490 times 490 times and counting.
One day I’ll get it right. In the meantime I am well aware of my flaws and weaknesses. I’m no angel…but neither are you.
And there I go again. Judging you for judging me. I guess that’s why we need practice at this forgiveness thing. I should have just said, “I’m no angel” and left it at that.
~kat
Today’s revelations from the magnetic word soup on Magnetic Poetry Online.
it is all madness
the frantic whispers
the bitter screams
of those crushed by
the lies of men from
sleepless to delirious if
there is no redress
like ice melting
she becomes liquid,
less herself, bleeding
from a broken heart
slowly dying, naked…
would that we could
look away
we innocently hand
over our power to
heroes as if only
they can save us…if
only we could trust them
and their feel good promises
between dusk and dawn
we rest our weary
souls, breathing deeply
by the light of the
moon, knowing the
sun will surely follow
night and day in harmony
~kat
like mercury colliding... 