Tag Archives: Pensee

September Poem #13

Triskaidekaphobia
(a fear of the number thirteen)

thirteen
just a number
provoking fear, unlucky
as numbers go, it’s an outcast
silly superstition

~kat


September Poem #12

 

SP12
great minds
may think alike
with no rebuttal, no debate
boring, it would seem, except life’s
too short to suffer fools

~kat

 


September Poem #11

tempest
wide-eyed bluster
bellowing counter-clockwise
raging toward sleepy coastal shores
must get more milk and bread

~kat


September Poem #10

sheetcake
buttercream frost
sure to cure every ill
morsel by sugar-sweet morsel
tell that to the peons

~kat

Another Pensee for September. I really love this form. 🙂

 


September Poem #9

perfect
a noun or verb
it doesn’t really matter
perfection can’t be perfected
when it doesn’t exist

~kat