The muse kept me up past midnight. We finally settled on two verses…
they never listened
to the wind…always
following after every
loud noise in this world
some say that’s why
they still wander
beneath the cool forest
cover, shadows play
like fingers of light
dancing in the mist
~kat
we whisper in the shadows,
tongues wag, blood boils…
treason hangs heavy
in the air…time stands still
~kat
Magnetic Poetry Online – Just witnessed the stunning, treasonous performance by our president. I am speechless. I feel numb. 😦
how lovely it is at break
of day before the sun licks
bitter hot, when cool winds whisper
from the shadows and misty gardens
become a sea of diamonds
like a symphony of crushed light
~kat
cold-snapped earth at dawn
air, flowery fresh, sun bright
come walk with me along
the wild path where roses bloom
~kat
in the stillness whispers
a thousand words, maybe
more, pounding in my head
surging beneath my skin, yet
I have but to sing them
into life, stopping the
madness, a symphony
colors dancing
morning blush
brilliant greens
dazzling blue sky
dark of night
devoured by the day
a little love, caring,
kindness, could make a life feel
as if it’s not wasted
season of blossoms
fertile earth seeding, deep green
beautiful summer
~kat
