Photo Credit: Pixabay.com
Softly the raindrops
Mimic grandpa’s walking stick
I remember when
kat ~ 12 April 2016
This Haiku is in response to TJ’s Household Haiku Challenge – prompt words “walking stick”. Read other haiku or enter your own HERE.
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Memories/Rain – A Few Cinquain
For Jane Dougherty’s 25th Poetry Challenge…the Cinquain. <- Click to learn more, read other cinquain poems or enter your own!
memories
photos
faded sepia
glimpses of past moments
sentimental reminiscence
specters
Rain
storm clouds
raging tempests
billowing blustering
then in a flash and a boom gone
rainbows
kat ~ 7 April 2016
Etchings
Photo Credit: A Mixed Bag 2011
Jonathan’s grandfather had left him an old map containing a detailed description of the quarters he kept while serving as a member of the Royal Engineers, 172nd Tunneling Company. They had been commissioned by Churchill in 1940 to dig an elaborate maze of tunnels through the chalky walls of the White Cliffs of Dover during World War II.
When the National Trust discovered the tunnels in 2013 and opened them for public tours after clearing over 40 years of debris, Jonathan reserved a ticket hoping to find the mark his grandfather had made decades earlier.
His grandfather’s map read, “One hundred twenty-five steps into the belly of the Fan Bay, bear right and continue on 12 metres or so. It’s there I left my mark for all eternity and generations to come.”
Jonathan traced his grandfather’s steps deep into the tunnel. It only took him seconds to find the initials and the date, 25 November 1940 etched into the chalk walls. Jonathan ran his fingers over the letters carved into the wall. “This is your legacy to the world Gramps,” he thought, “But your stories? They are forever etched on my heart.” …for all eternity and generations to come…
kat ~ 9 February 2016
(199 Words )
A story inspired by the photo above for Sunday Photo Fiction’s Weekly Challenge. To read other stories or enter your own, click HERE.
Opiate Mem’ries – A Triolet
Photo Credit: ©Marta Shmatava
The mem’ry of that autumn night
still haunts her dreams these many years
she fills her veins with opiates
the mem’ry of that autumn night
and cries for him through groggy tears
but death has closed his ears to hear
the mem’ry of that autumn night
still haunts her dreams these many years.
~kat – 3 February 2016
A Triolet (new poetry form for me) inspired by the painting above by ©Marta Shmatava in response to Jane Dougherty’s weekly poetry challenge. If you would like to try your hand at a triolet or read other takes on this prompt, click HERE.
(A Triolet is and Eight line stanza/Eight beats to the line. The first line is the refrain and is repeated as the fourth and the seventh line. The second line is repeated as the eighth line so the first and last couplets are the same. The rhyme scheme is ABaAabAB. The capitals denote repeated lines.)
Sunday’s Week in Re-Verse ~ 17 January 2016
It’s Sunday, and time to lift a thought or two from each post of this past week. What an interesting week it was!
Several photo fiction challenges took rather dark turns. Overcast settings, abandoned places. Something in the air…or maybe the water? The word prompts were slightly more upbeat, but I was already on a downward spiral, so it’s understandable that my own dark side reared its head, taking out a few unsuspecting ice crystals along the way. So sorry you had to witness that! 😜
Unsolved cases, happy rescues, wrongs righted, criminals thwarted… thingifications (not to be confused with thingamajigs or thingamabobs) – hey, it’s a word. Someone on the internet said so! And remembering to breath while the moon keeps secrets to herself amidst big foot sightings. I do hope you’re breathing right now…I am feeling a bit breathless after all that!
It does seem a bit strange looking back this week. I feel a tad bit like Alice (of wonderland fame). But all is well. And it’s all good. For someone who loves words and writing them, it was a very good week indeed!
On an administrative note, I decided to tweak this series’ title to “Sunday’s Week in Re-Verse” …a combination of two words “review/repeat” and “verse”. This weekly series has been and continues to be a work in progress after all.
So there you have it. And here it is, my look back, line by line, at the week that was.
Sunday’s Week in Re-Verse ~ 17 January 2016
He never played hide and seek again.
Fire and ice collide at dawn.
Hope springs eternal
if not for the rain.
mystified wide-eyed dreamers you hope for admiration…
Old moon growing dark
Between once upon
“Yeah yeah, well here’s what ya’ came for.”
Welcome to my world!
“Are you okay ma’am?”
is a utopian myth
imagining him human
A reckless notion
‘oft uttered by “tools”
in a world filled with suffering, how tragic.
He was old school.~ kat
If you’re new to this blog, a bit of background to explain the verse above. It is a line from each poem or prose from the previous week. Lifted and placed in the order written. A snapshot review of the week. It helps me to prepare for the upcoming week with a clean slate.
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