how the moon shines
doing her thing…an
ancient cold rock
cycling between
bright to dark
no light from
within
hope keeps
my heart open
to the voices
of a thousand
if only’s
perchance to dream
a thousand lies
can be crushed
by a tiny whisper
I remember
red hots melting
like liquid fire and
ice on my lips
but these days
I am a fool for
soft, salty caramels
~kat
(Magnetic Poetry)
storm
a symphony of black
heaving madness
drives the sky from
blue to bitter, raining
a sea of life
on our heads
~kat
(Magnetic Poetry – Original Kit)
Something different this week. Instead of creating a digital photo creation for the poetry that emerges from the magnets, I’m letting you in on the creative process, my dance with the muse, so to speak. What do you think? Do you like seeing the words that didn’t make the cut? I find them quite compelling…
beneath the forest
green every living
thing is wild and
free though they
are deeply rooted
in stone
…
the best we can
hope for in life
is love and peace,
laughter and luck…
a bit of chocolate
always helps
…
though you are crushed
by life’s storms be
not bitter for it is
after the rain that
a garden smells
her sweetest
…
coffee breath kisses
warm lips, moist
with hints of
salt and caramel
devouring me slowly
my heart’s desire…
mornings like this
…
Happy Saturday!
~kat
Create your own verse HERE.
o, how i could linger
here listening to you
breathe, but morning
comes to devour the
magic of the night…
remember though…some
days call for dancing
~kat
(Magnetic Poetry ~ Poet’s Kit)
in the blackest
of times let
the whisper of
the wind sing
you to sleep
~kat
(Magnetic Poetry – Original Kit)
like mercury colliding... 