my garden heaves her
last bit of sweetness
as the cool beauty of
death whispers to her
urging her to sleep…
to dream of spring
I am not dazzled by
broken gods and
fool-hearty men who
must be surrounded by
all-embracing prisoners
of fear to feel whole
keep trusting in
the goodness of
others even if it is
hard to see….I
believe it’s always
there, waiting to care
every path is thick
with followers but
wanderers leave fresh
tracks through the wild
~kat
would I if
I could be and do
whatever
and then some
is it like leaving
bread crumbs
on a wild path?
~kat
(Magnetic Poetry – Nature Kit)
nature does not
murmur feeling
blue when night
falls, for she sees
the light in every
dark thing
remember to make
time to enjoy the
little things in life
all work and no play
is not living
mist rising after
the rain, warm
meeting cool in a
dreamlike symphony…
fading away
in the light of day
champagne blushed
my foolish heart
dances to a broken
rhythm…I almost remember
how it was to be wild,
myself, in color
~kat
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my soul longs for
fall’s full frosting
rustling trees
wet, withering leaves
murmur of the forest
dying, blanketed
beneath the brown
~kat
(Magnetic Poetry – Nature Kit)
Today’s revelations from the magnetic word soup on Magnetic Poetry Online.
it is all madness
the frantic whispers
the bitter screams
of those crushed by
the lies of men from
sleepless to delirious if
there is no redress
like ice melting
she becomes liquid,
less herself, bleeding
from a broken heart
slowly dying, naked…
would that we could
look away
we innocently hand
over our power to
heroes as if only
they can save us…if
only we could trust them
and their feel good promises
between dusk and dawn
we rest our weary
souls, breathing deeply
by the light of the
moon, knowing the
sun will surely follow
night and day in harmony
~kat
like mercury colliding... 