dearest muse you’ve been so silent fill my head with sweet nothings to pour on the page ~kat
dearest kat you’ve been too busy there is no room in your head the page, left wanting ~muse
Still playing catch up. Today’s letters give a clue as to why! For NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 11 Prompt: Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a two-part poem, in the form of an exchange of letters. The first stanza (or part) should be in the form of a letter that you write either to yourself or to a famous fictional or historical person. The second part should be the letter you receive in response. These can be as short or long as you like, in the form of prose poems, or with line breaks – and of course, the subject matter of the letters is totally up to you.
she is like a penny, face up, begging to be lifted from the asphalt, treasure promised if I dare give her a moment’s thought, a hint of blush dusts her cheeks, eyes, dark, translucent blue, cerulean really, that pierce my soul, first glance, drawing me deeper… she likes shadowy places, nooks, crannies, pre-dawn and gloaming, alcoves and hollows, her scent is musk, with undertones of moss, earth and ink waiting for the quill’s long, lingering dip, pale skin like velvet, cool to the touch, covered in baby fine hair that glistens in the light, her hair, fiery red, long, wavy, cascading softly past her shoulders… she is not the life of the party, but her words, softly spoken, draw select clusters of seekers, like me, who have grown to appreciate her wisdom and honesty…fools vex her…she has been known to slay them with a single line, but mostly she ignores them, pearls and swine, you know, for those of us who are privileged to call her friend, to see the world through her eyes is like peeking through a forbidden keyhole, Valhalla waiting on the other side
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!
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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