starry night
.
dark
with glimmers of
light
no sign of the moon
crescent, waxing, somewhere past the trees
granting
every star prominence
for the world to see
how softly
they light the night sky
~kat
a pi-sequence poem
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
moon faced
her beautiful face
watches us from a distance
her far side hidden
its secret kept for eons
we don’t miss what we don’t know
~kat
Some secrets are better kept…secret. Recently, in 2019, the Chinese National space program landed on the moon’s far side giving us a glimpse of what the moon’s elusive far side looks like. It’s not pretty. Instead it is a dryer, meteor scarred, desolate landscape, totally different from the beautiful benevolent “face” we are so familiar with. I don’t miss that I’ve never seen the far side of the moon. But I would miss not seeing that smiling “face” every night in all of her stages.
Speaking of stages of the moon on April 25th a triple conjunction of Venus, Saturn and the crescent view of the moon will present a smiley face in the sky. I hope the skies are clear wherever you live so you can see this rare event.
much love, peace, and clear sky, smiley face glimmers to you. Something to look forward to is always a good thing in times such as this. ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
~kat
NaGloPoWriMo 4/22/2025 prompt: Write about what you *don’t* know (or can’t see)
You’ve heard the old advice: Write what you know. But for this writing prompt, let’s explore what you don’t know… or can’t see… or what does not happen after all. Write a poem about something from the lens of its absence. / Recommended reading: “and in the poem we search for the birds” by jason b. crawford and “Good News” by Alison Luterman
they were like the sun
and the moon, their paths
only touching at dawn
and dusk, he, longing for
night, she, for the day
~kat
on the cusp
even when the moon’s waxing full
I feel her pull
a hint of stardust in the wind
drawing me in
the heat of day distilled in dew
a magic brew
to fill my empty cup anew
with dreams that linger into day
to light my path along the way
I feel her pull, drawing me in, a magic brew
~kat
The Oviellejo is an Old Spanish verse form (derived from ovillo, a ball of yarn). A stanza consists of 10 lines, with a rhyme scheme of AABBCCCDDC. The second line of each rhyme scheme, Line 2,4,6, is short line of up to 5 syllables. The last line is a “redondilla,” a “little round” that collects all three of the short lines.
shadow moon
dressed in black
let the fiddler play a
lively lick…we will sleep
beneath the purple diamond
misted sky, dreaming
~kat
like mercury colliding... 