
breathing is overrated
when beautiful wild flowers
blossom and fresh spring
scents sweeten the
breeze…I wither while
they bloom
~kat

breathing is overrated
when beautiful wild flowers
blossom and fresh spring
scents sweeten the
breeze…I wither while
they bloom
~kat

baby’s breath is
a hint of eternity
a blush of the
afterlife lingering

eggs in the garden
left for tiny fingers
to find, melted
chocolate, petals
crushed beneath
heaven’s stillness

when love is always
a fight, someone’s
not listening

deep green afterglow
sweetness on the breeze
spring
rain
softly
falling
~kat

cultivated plots
are a gardener’s cachet
but Gaia’s first blooms
burst through concrete, cling to walls
vagabonds in dapper hues
~kat
A Tanka for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge using synonyms only of the prompt words, Grow: bloom, burst, cultivate & Honor: cachet.


coffee is the newest
poison, hot dark liquid
in a cup…go ahead
but if you drink it you’re
just pressing
your luck
~kat
Magnetic Poetry Online…Poet and Love Kits

worship for me is not
a stuffy affair
it’s the wind in my hair,
sweet garden smells, roses,
stormy skies, bare skin,
chocolate milk, moonlight,
cool rain, puppy breath,
whispers, dreams and
sleeping in…it is life
running over, raw honey
on my tongue
~kat