10 X 1 = 10
remember
when a fact
was a fact?
when
ten times one was
always ten, not
up for debate
or opinion
when
the truth meant something
and lies were abhorred?
we can’t even trust
our own eyes…I heard
the sky is falling
(did you just look up?) 😉
~kat
Following a theme from yesterday for Day 1 of NaPoWriMo 2023’s challenge to write a poem inspired by book cover art found at the site: The Public Domain Review.
promises, promises
they never returned, even with faces
masked, big screens, media rooms and sound
bars had saved them from having to cram
themselves into uncomfortable seats, elbow
to elbow with strangers, potentially
dangerous, infested with deadly viruses
or worse, brandishing assault rifles,
the noisy demons in their heads begging
to be slaughtered in the bloodletting
of innocents...no, they weren’t going back.
renovations could not disinfect the crazy,
protect them from the madness, for they
had grown comfortable in their shelters,
unwilling to risk contact with deplorables, cult
crazed zombies, veins boiling with infection and hate...
it’s been years now, since these doors
were shuttered, renovations teased on
a tattered marquee, the people had long grown
weary of promises, promises impossible to keep
~kat
NaPoWriMo2021 - Day 4 Challenge: Select a photograph from the perpetually disconcerting @SpaceLiminalBot, and write a poem inspired by one of these odd, in-transition spaces.
legacy
coursing through my veins, directing my existence,
lifeblood, DNA containing the legacy of my ancestors
heroes, scoundrels, paupers, royalty, saints, average folk,
their footprints in the dust long disbursed to the wind
and me here, now, my simple life carrying us on anonymously
~kat
A Gogyohka for Wordcraft Poetry’s Tanka Tuesday Ekphrastic Challenge inspired by the photo above.
sometimes the abyss
is a pool of black water,
deep, its skin like glass
capturing reflections of
innocence slipping away
~kat~
A Tanka for Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge, this week’s ekphrastic photo prompt courtesy of Diana Peach.
just breathe
I keep forgetting to breathe. The fear of dreadful unknowns fills my head. Though, not entirely unknown, having been ravaged by hate, unmanaged pandemics, misogyny, injustice, racism, bigotry, and a planet on fire for these last few horrible years, I am certain another four years of the same insanity would surely undo all that we hold decent and righteous and good. All of this hinging on a simple checkmark in a box, and on the outcome of a fragile, broken system. Not breathing seems a reasonable thing to do in times like these, though not very wise…
autumn’s reflection
ruddy treetops on blue glass
where swans drift slowly
barely forming waves, the air
still, cool as it fills my burning lungs
~kat
A TankaProse for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday Challenge inspired by the photo above by Trent McDonald and the prompt words Move (drift) and Make (forming).
like mercury colliding... 