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A Tragedy

I don’t know how I did this, but I linked to LAST week’s prompt! Time is standing still for so many of us, isn’t it? I can sense our collective gasp as we watch our government heartlessly try to unravel any forward movement in the gun debate – which should not be a debate. I still believe this time is different. The children give me hope.

Maybe I was meant to revisit last week’s prompt. Though I know…I owe you another poem Colleen. For now, there is this…

A Tragedy

no courage in the
hallowed halls of congress,
in their attachment
to power and lobbyists
they entrench death into law

but for the passion,
the rage of our brave children,
all honor is slain


A Tanka/Senryu for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge using synonyms of the words, character: courage, honor and affection: passion, attachment.

Passion Play -A Haiku

ecstasy’s adieu

honeyed breath, petals clinging

the muse plays her heart


For Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge, prompt words, passion (ecstasy) and play.

Passion – Magnetic Poetry

A Magnetic Poetry Entry for Elusive Trope’s Saturday Fun Challenge. I chose the Poet Kit for this one! LOVE magnetic poetry! 😊

young hearts long
for lingering embraces
delicious moist kisses
steamy naked nights…
desire growls in their
belly like poison

~kat – 9 july 2016

Autumn Rose

She’s a late bloomer,
Lured by Autumn’s frosty nip,
Cool passion in red.

~kat 15 October 2015

A Beautiful Obsession

My love for you began
before I understood that
you would be a life-long
obsession. You wooed me
with promises of blissful
release, and pledged to
sustain me, encouraging
me to use you whenever
I had need. You tickled
my ears with sweet
nothings, encouraging
me to dance, to twirl
through lyrical dips and
curves that left me
breathless and wanting
for more.

You held nothing back,
revealing your fierce
passion and power to
rattle and persuade, cool
and cunning, cutting me
to the heart with
razor-like precision.
It only made me love
you more, drawing me
deep, with a yearning to
trace every syllable of
your complexity, fingers
trembling with each
touch, you became
an empty open book
begging to be filled.

Beautiful, beautiful
Words…if you must
know, you had me at

kat ~ 12 September 2015

(This poem was featured on Women’s Spiritual Poetry Blogspot on October 6, 2015)

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