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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)


Little Girls Read

 

little girls read between the lines
“to gain attention play the part”
she must be pretty all the time
be nothing more than living art

to gain attention play the part
when fashionistas call the shots
be nothing more than living art
she’s valued most when she is “hot”

when fashionistas call the shots
scholarly goals are second rate
she’s valued most when she is “hot”
try as we may to educate

scholarly goals are second rate
unlike her brothers wild and free
try as we may to educate
she’ll fight for opportunities

unlike her brothers wild and free
little girls read between the lines
she’ll fight for opportunities
she must be pretty all the time

kat ~ 11 March 2016

Forgive me! I blame my cynicism on this election season! Alas we are not there yet…just tapping on that elusive glass ceiling…and I fear that those longing for the good old days might be our undoing. Rant over!

A Pantoum for Jane Dougherty’s weekly poetry challenge. Read more about the Pantoum and the other poem entries HERE.