how the moon shines
doing her thing…an
ancient cold rock
cycling between
bright to dark
no light from
within
hope keeps
my heart open
to the voices
of a thousand
if only’s
perchance to dream
a thousand lies
can be crushed
by a tiny whisper
I remember
red hots melting
like liquid fire and
ice on my lips
but these days
I am a fool for
soft, salty caramels
~kat
(Magnetic Poetry)
storm
a symphony of black
heaving madness
drives the sky from
blue to bitter, raining
a sea of life
on our heads
~kat
(Magnetic Poetry – Original Kit)
photo by © Sarah Potter
I watch the ivy slipping her green tentacles between bricks, crumbling mortar. And water, brackish or raging white caps, it doesn’t matter. She slowly sucks the shore into the sea and hollows tunnels through massive boulders with a kiss.
We lay pavements, build foundations and walls, and erect iron behemoths to the sky in our attempt to mute her, to contain her. Nature always finds a way to reclaim what is hers. What has always been hers.
Like the remnants of civilizations past sandwiched between layers of limestone and ore, we too are destined to return, ashes to dust.
~kat
(99 Words)
For Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneer Flash Fiction Challenge inspired by this photo by © Sarah Potter.
bud, sun-bathed in warmth
wild, wet blossom bursting,
vermilion flush
~kat
For Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge based on the prompt words: Warmth & Color (Flush).
the rain does
not say no
to lesser ones…
she cries a thousand
tears for all
~kat
(Magnetic Poetry – The Original Kit)
like mercury colliding... 