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the children are gone – NaPoWriMo #12

the children are gone

they were never really mine
though i held them twenty years
my dreams faded over time
blood and sweat and many tears

though i held them twenty years
they decided who they’d be
blood and sweat and many tears
all for naught, when they left me

they decided who they’d be
independence lured them hence
all for naught, when they left me
did my best, in my defense

independence lured them hence
gone to live their life and dreams
did my best, in my defense
doesn’t matter now, it seems

gone to live their life and dreams
they think they must turn away
doesn’t matter now, it seems
‘twas a simple role i played

they think they must turn away
my dreams faded over time
‘twas a simple role i played
they were never really mine

~kat


A Pantoum for NaPoWriMo 2019 #12 Prompt: write a poem about a dull thing that you own, and why (and how) you love it. Alternatively, what would it mean to you to give away or destroy a significant object?

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Insomniac’s Lullaby

soft the gloaming hush descends
settle now your weary head
pray for blessings, make amends
day is done, it’s time for bed

settle now your weary head
serenaded by the night
day is done, it’s time for bed
draw your coverlet up tight

serenaded by the night
humming street lights, traffic zoom
draw your coverlet up tight
safe and snug in your bedroom

humming street lights, traffic zoom
cricket chatter, bullfrog peeps
safe and snug in your bedroom
babies wailing, cats in heat

crickets chatter, bullfrogs peep
ticking clocks, water dripping
babies wailing, cats in heat
rattling snores, fan cords clicking

ticking clocks, water dripping
try to sleep, soon morning comes
rattling snores, fan cords clicking
curse the night’s incessant hum

try to sleep, soon morning comes
count some sheep, try sipping tea
curse the night’s incessant hum
early to bed…now it’s 3

count some sheep, try sipping tea
pray for blessings, make amends
early to bed…now it’s 3
soft the gloaming hush descends

~kat

A Pantoum poem for Sunday Writing Prompt. Thanks to Scribblersdip at Mindlovemisery’s Menagery and Rugby843 for the prompt: Night Sounds.


Robin Red In Winter

defiantly he puffs his crimson breast,
his muted warbling chokes on frigid air,
heart aflutter on lofty bough he rests
starved for warmth beneath the sun’s icy glare

his muted warbling chokes on frigid air
enduring his inevitable fate
starved for warmth beneath the sun’s icy glare
they’ll return when spring is greening where he waits

enduring his inevitable fate
though his flock mates flew to warmer climes
they’ll return when spring is greening where he waits
instincts in play to help him pass the time

though his flock mates flew to warmer climes
heart aflutter on lofty bough he rests
instincts in play to help him pass the time
defiantly he puffs his crimson breast

kat ~ 13 September 2017
(a Pantoum poem)


Treasure Bound


While some take to the sea to sun
To bake their skin a golden brown
Some stroll the beach, some take a run,
But you will find me treasure bound.

To bake their skin a golden brown
Smooth oil-slathered head to toe
But you will find me treasure bound
Along the shoreline tote in tow.

Smooth oil-slathered head to toe
Sun-screened, embarking on a quest,
Along the shoreline tote in tow
I think I like the blue ones best.

Sun-screened, embarking on a quest
Reflecting
on their passage here
I think I like the blue ones best
Bright gems of stone honed by the years

Reflecting on their passage here
Some stroll the beach, some take a run
Bright gems of stone honed by the years
While some take to the sea to sun.

kat ~ 18 June 2016

For Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge, a Pantoum inspired by the photo above and these prompt words: Bright, smooth, shore, blue, reflecting


Hearts of Stone

Hidden ‘midst a sea of stones
metamorphosis complete
formed of clay and sand and bone
Love’s reminder at our feet.

Metamorphosis complete
broken, chiseled, crystallized
Love’s reminder at our feet
heart-shaped, so to tempt our eyes.

Broken, chiseled, crystallized
centuries of harsh abuse
heart-shaped, so to tempt our eyes
revelations of the truth.

Centuries of harsh abuse,
grace assurance, sins atoned
revelations of the truth
sweet perfection set in stone.

Grace assurance, sins atoned
Love’s reminder at our feet
sweet perfection set in stone
metamorphosis complete.

kat ~ 14 May 2016
(A Pantoum Poem)


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