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Warning Label – NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 25

An Acrostic Poem for today’s NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 25 Prompt: write a poem that takes the form of a warning label . . . for yourself! I have been accused of talking too much. Or of changing the subject mid-sentence, by those who know me best. I don’t think I’ve ever been as awful as today’s poem suggests, but I had a bit of fun poking fun at myself. Apologies to anyone I may have infuriated by not allowing you to get a word in edgewise…I’m working on my listening skills. 🙂


Welcome! Come in. I’ve heard such nice things about you…Tea?
All my friends call me…well…you can call me Kat.
Really, I insist. And I won’t take no for an answer.
Now tell me about you. I want to know everything.
Im not big on formalities as you can see. I like things simple,
Not that I don’t like nice things. But I have been told that I’m low maintenance.
Give me a reason not to like you; that’s what I say. I get along with everyone.

Love comes easy for me, too easy.
And hate…well I just don’t. Unless, of course…never mind…I don’t.
But, this is about you. So tell me… You were saying?
Except, if I might…just one more thing…I should warn you
Little things…like details, lies, and small talk…they make me crazy. Did you say you            wanted tea? Sorry, I’ll brew a pot. So where were we? Oh, I might have forgotten to tell you I have an appointment soon, so our visit will need to be shorter than we planned. I hope you don’t mind. We should plan to do this again soon. I think we’re going to be great friends. I can tell. And I have a feeling about these things. You have my number don’t you? I’ll call you.

~kat


Elegy for Harriet – NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 24

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‘come see my garden’
she would say with
a twinkle in her eye
she was a cool, clear evening,
an arched gateway, flanked
by flower beds, eclectic,
like tiny worlds within worlds,
a great old tree, with hatchlings
chattering, a small corner nook
lost in faerie whisperings
such beauty, a gift, blessed
to have been, this creative, lovely
soul who crossed beyond the veil
tending a magnificent garden…
time feels sweeter imagining her there

~kat

For NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 24 Prompt: write an elegy – a poem typically written in honor or memory of someone dead. But we’d like to challenge you to write an elegy that has a hopefulness to it. I chose to use a eulogy that I had written for a neighbor a few years ago and to use “blacked out” words to create an elegy poem.

You can read the Eulogy HERE. Below, the blacked out version.

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Photo From Commonwealth of Virginia Tourism

Virginia
is for Lovers
they say
unless, of course, your name was Loving
or Adam, and your lover was Steve, or say, Bruce
where they don’t mind asking , or telling
you, ‘take your sorry self
somewhere else’
an abomination,
you are, so says their GOP god
a sinner to the unforgivable degree
much worse than a murderer, even
love is love except in
Virginia,
Mother of Presidents,
Great Commonwealth, Old Dominion,
Appomattox, Where The Nation Came Together
in your ever-loving southern heart
civil battles still rage
but not love

~kat

A Triquain Swirl for NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 23 Prompt:…use a regional or local phrase from your hometown that you don’t hear elsewhere…I used a handful of local slogans and phrases. They are in BOLD in the poem.

~kat

For NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 23, Prompt: Today, we challenge you to honor this idea with a poem based in sound. The poem, for example, could incorporate overheard language. Perhaps it could incorporate a song lyric in some way, or language from something often heard spoken aloud (a prayer, a pledge, the Girl Scout motto). Or you could use a regional or local phrase from your hometown that you don’t hear elsewhere, e.g. “that boy won’t amount to a pinch.”


It Could Happen… NaPoWriMo 2018 – Day 22

Day 22 – NaPoWriMo 2018 Prompt: take one of the following statements of something impossible, and then write a poem in which the impossible thing happens:
The sun can’t rise in the west.
A circle can’t have corners.
Pigs can’t fly.
The clock can’t strike thirteen.
The stars cannot rearrange themselves in the sky.
A mouse can’t eat an elephant.

You know me. when given a list and a choice, I generally choose them all. It’s a running theme.


It Could Happen…

that day when pigs flew, it’s true,
first class, no less, to avoid
all the mice that they’d trapped in
their wheels, churning in circles
producing square profits for
bottom line trawlers, that day
when stars realigned and the
mice jumped their traps, devouring
the elephants in the room
all this, they did, just past noon,
at thirteen zero zero;
mice, in chorus, were heroes
that day we’ll remember,
when news traveled the wires
dawning bright, east to the west
a sweeping blue wave changed
history’s course, what a day
when impossible dreamers
dreamed dreams once again
and tea bagging cups dug graves,
their own, with silvery spoons
that day, the pigs flew the coups

~kat


A Tall Tale

it’s a tale of woe if there ever was one

of a beautiful boy with beautiful hands

a spinner of deals, like no deals ever spun

a boastful lone tweeter who ruled o’er the land

above all, ‘twas loyalty, blind and unquestioning

that he demanded of those in his court

this one-sided toll would become the reckoning

of this narcissist leader who lied just for sport

he surrounded himself with fawners and yessers

with donors and wannabe moguls and fools,

oligarchs too, horsebacked underdressers,

gaslighting the masses, he broke every rule

then one day a hero emerged on the council

a true man of honor, a keeper of justice

one by one he indicted court jesters until

only two of the fawners were left on the list

a scrapper called fixer would squeal for his skin

while a stormy cloud’s lining loomed brash on display

with no favors to claim and his chips all cashed in

the man boy had run out of aces to play

It’s a sad day you know when not everyone’s thrilled

to be rid of the terrible reign of this fool

I’ve kept the main players anon, if you will

to say them out loud; that just wouldn’t be cool

some folks believe that this whole thing is fake

it’s hard to believe it could really be true

history will prove it when less is at stake

how a villainous braggart staged a great coup.

~kat

An Epic poem for NaPoWriMo Day 21, Prompt: try writing a poem that plays with the myth of narcissist in some way.


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