Tag Archives: October

October 13-31 Poem #4

death interrupts our planned existence in an instant

~kat

Death has visited my corner of the universe thrice this week. Firstly, taking our beloved old tortoise, Flash, who succumbed to kidney failure.

Secondly, it claimed a lovely pear tree ripped asunder by a wayward moving van who edged too close, depositing her beautiful limbs across the street, blocking traffic, tearing down cable lines and shutting down power for several of my neighbors.

And thirdly, while the city assessed the damage done by the felled tree, a block over police stormed the home of a poor soul whose demise was the likely result of an overdose. A neighbor, fearing the worst, reported his repeated attempts to contact them to no avail. Death is a disruptive interloper leaving sorrow and destruction in its wake with no regard for our well-planned routines. It does what it will leaving us to clean up the mess. I do hope it is finished with our little neighborhood for a while. Not that I would wish its arrival to anyone else’s neighborhood. But it is a sobering reminder of how fragile life is. A reminder to live each moment to the fullest. Live long and prosper my friends.


October 13-31 Poem #3

face toward the light so shadows fall behind, out of sight

~kat


October 13-31 Poem #2

Old Spider

weaving threads of silken lace she lies in wait and waits

~kat


October 13-31 Poem #1

I hearsay, hearsay’s not proof for true seekers of truth.

~kat


For October I will explore the monostich, described as ‘a startling fragment that has its own integrity’. As its name implies it is a single lined poem which may or may not include a title which, due to the brevity off the form, plays a key role in the message of the poem. It can be a proverb (a short pithy saying in general use, stating a general truth or piece of advice), an aphorism (a pithy observation that contains a general truth), an enigma (a person or thing that is mysterious, puzzling, or difficult to understand), a fragment (an isolated or incomplete part of something), or an image (a mental representation or idea). To make it interesting, I’m going to challenge myself to limit each day’s monostitch to 13 syllables (in honor of this “spooky” month) with an internal rhyme, if I can swing it, though I may not hold myself to it each day!!! 😳 Too scary! At the end of the month, I’ll link them all into one grand poem 13 syllables 31 lines…a palindrome oeuvre…I made that up of course. But as I was crafting this challenge I realized how magical my random challenge elements worked out to be. There is perfection in synchronicity, brevity, alchemy, and simplicity.