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Dear John

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Dear John,
I know, I know, your name is not John, but just go with it, okay? (sigh)

Dear John,
I don’t think I can remember a time when you weren’t there. You helped me through the terrible two’s, riding a bike without training wheels for the first time, losing my front teeth, school, braces, bullies, exams, dating. Good times. But John…I know. You never really had a name, did you? Friend, maybe. You’ve been a good friend, but you must’ve noticed, people are starting to talk about me talking to you. I’m getting married soon, and my fiancé? You know the one. You creep them out. Having you around just complicates things. You understand.

I’ll always remember you though. I need you to know, that I know that you were never imaginary, like they say you are, not to me. Not ever to me. I hope we can still be friends, but I need you to go now to wherever it is friends like you go when kids like me grow up. Believe me it’s better this way. At least that’s what my therapist tells me.

~kat

For Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt: Break Ups.


genius


Genius

i see things
things no one else can see
and i hear voices, audible, clear
as clear as i am speaking to you this moment
‘they have medication,’ you whisper
to silence the voices.’
if you knew
what it is like to be
just a tad twisted, you’d want it too
this superpower…to plunge into the abyss
to emerge free, illuminated
having slept with the muse
her kisses
sweet as honey, boiling
singeing you from your core to your skin
through your veins, from beating heart, excruciating,
electricity’s spark pulsating
to finger tips, burning
write it down
it takes madness, a touch,
to see the world as I do…listen
can you hear the rose petals laughing, leaves trembling?
oh, nothing compares to lunacy
keep your medication
leave me be.

~kat

A Triquain Swirl (3-6-9-12-9-6-3-6-…etc) for Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt: This week’s focus is super powers.


Purple Tide

Purple Tide (A Splash of Red With a Hint of Blue)

crimson is my name | in shades of ethereal blue
but you can call me red | find me lost in heady tomes
fiery passion is my game | reflecting on absolute truths
i charge full force ahead | i call the universe my home
though some may think me | curious…it is key
impetuous and moody | the thing that gives life meaning
i plot my course instinctually | analyzing what i see
you’ll never find me brooding | digging deeper, dreaming
i trust my heart | life’s a journey after all
rush toward the flame | embrace it like a fool
crimson is my name | in shades of ethereal blue

~kat

A Cleave Poem (to be read in 3 parts: 1st column/2nd column/straight across) seemed apropos given my affinity for two of the “tides” described in this week’s prompt for MindLoveMiserysMenagerie Sunday Writing Prompt. I gravitated toward the colors red and blue…making me purple, of course. Read about the other colors HERE. Red and blue is described below.

Blue represents wisdom, insight, and enlightenment. It is the tide most often associated with philosophers and mystics but it can also represent the madmanmadwoman. This tide basically applies to anyone who seeks truth and to expand the mind and spirit. If you feel that the meaning of life is growthevolution/enlightenment you might be blue! Some possible adjectives: wise, insightful, curious, open-minded, cerebral, bookish, logical, analytical, reflective, deep.

Red represents passion, emotion, and pathos and is often associated with artists of various types, revolutionaries, and zealots. People with a red tide strive to live life to the fullest and to follow their heart wherever it may lead, for better or worse. Some possible adjectives: erratic, feisty, petulant, creative, impetuous, moody, passionate, instinctive, exciting.

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/03/25/sunday-writing-prompt-the-tides/


Butterfly Effect Florette

whispering soft on fragrant swells,
a story only you can tell
amidst the chaos don’t ask why
but rise above, to the heights fly where condors dwell

though some may try to hold you here
don’t listen to their hopeless fear;
the universe has other plans
a shift in time, the fates be damned,
makes all things clear

yield to the metamorphosis
existence grounded, sands to sift;
flee the chrysalis’ slumb’ring keep
lasso the whirlwind’s swirling sweep to find your bliss

~kat

A proper Florette* for Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie’s Sunday Writing Prompt: Butterfly Effect.

*Florette
The Florette, created by Jan Turner, consists of two or more 4-line stanzas.
Rhyme scheme: a,a,b,a
Meter: 8,8,8,12
Fourth line requirement of internal (b) rhyme scheme, on syllable 8.


Core Beliefs – MLMM Sunday Writing Challenge

core-beliefs

“Everyone is entitled to their own opinion.” Of course this is true and reasonable, allowing us to agree to disagree in many cases, while still respecting the person holding said opinion.

Except…(Now if you are thinking, here comes the “but” you would be right. This is a very big BUT!)…except when opinions are touted as absolute, unwavering truth, despite known indisputable facts to the contrary, I am afraid I cannot agree to disagree, and I most certainly cannot respect people who hold these erroneous opinions. That is the rub, isn’t it? It is why we can’t get along anymore. It is why our society is so polarized and fractured.

The opinionated for opinion’s sake will often say, “It’s impossible to know the truth anymore, anyway.” It is tricky, I’ll give you that, especially in this age of special interest-influenced news outlets and hostile other-government attacks on us through social media, as well as our softening aversion to lies and alternative facts. It is especially troublesome in this age where winning elections for power rather than for service’s sake is the modus operandi of our politics; where facts are inconvenient truths that must be obstructed.

I have decided I will not have opinions anymore. I know I am entitled to them. That’s not the point. Opinions are rubbish if they are not informed by truth, (in my opinion of course) and since we are living in a time of open season on the truth, it is best to keep any opinions I might have, even though I am now loath to have them, to myself.

It goes without saying that I would appreciate others keeping their opinions to themselves as well. If I want someone’s opinion, I will certainly ask for it. In other words, I won’t be asking for it. As for the truth, I don’t particularly care to know that either. Truth in the absolute sense is dead. It can’t be trusted. Which creeps into a new category…faith.

Let’s not go there. Let’s just not.

Oh no you didn’t…
how do you do it, straight-faced,
believe in the lie?

~kat

This Haibun for MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt: For this challenge I want you to examine one of your core beliefs.


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