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day 85

…my dream for 2025…to build a labyrinth…
i still dream
.
time
may be slipping…
while
winter is lingering
hints of spring quicken my heart and soul
what if
I have another summer
another autumn
to fulfill
dreams still in the wings

~kat

When I was younger I believed the old adage, ‘it’s never too late to…(fill in a dream here)”. It was the motivating nudge I needed to reach for the impossible. But now that I am older, some of those dreams have faded. For the first time in my life, I realize that I may not have the time to reach some of those goals I’ve held deep inside. But just because I am getting on in years doesn’t mean that all those dreams have to die. Not while I am still breathing!

I took the photo above this evening, the setting sun at my back, my house in the distance atop our little hill amidst the trees. I did a wee bit of photo magic to illustrate a particular dream of mine. I want to build my very own labyrinth on our lower 1/2 acre. This is how I imagine it will look…when I’ve completed my spring/summer project.

Yep I’ve a few dreams left unsung…and if the fates allow, I’d best get cracking. I’ve a labyrinth to build!

What dreams are you still waiting to fulfill? Times a-wasting my friend. There is no time like the present to revisit that thing you thought could never happen and make a plan to do it anyway.

I’ll be sure to chronicle the unfolding of my new project here. Yep…I’m gonna do this!

Much love, peace, and dream-filled glimmers to you!

~kat ✨💚✨


Poetry style…pi = 3.1415926535 by syllable.


ode to spring

ode to spring

day
light lingering
night
rushing toward the dawn
bud-swelled tree tops pop in white, pink, blue
the breeze
warm and fragrant whispers
it’s time…turn your face
to the sun
bid winter adieu

~kat on the first day of spring 2024

A Pi-Prime 11 poem for this first day of Spring!

Pi digits: 3.1415926535. Each digit in the series corresponds to the syllable count for each line starting with 3 for the poem’s title.


a stone’s throw

a stone’s throw

light
in the distance
where
civilization
blares, where night owls, insomniacs,
under
starless skies, curse the night
I see it clearly
the madness
here, amidst the trees

~kat

A Pi Prime-11 poem is an 11 line poem based on the first 11 digits of Pi with syllable counts for each line based on those digits. The first line is a 3 syllable title. (3.1415926535)


deluded

deluded

turn
down the gaslight
please
it keeps me up nights
wondering if i can know the truth
when lies
are so easily spun
repeated over
and over…
no one gives a damn

~kat

It’s March, and geeky me loves a good Pi base when writing a poem.

Here are a few digits of Pi (π).

3.1415926535

For this poem I decided to write an 11-line poem matching the syllable count for each line with the digits of Pi. The 3. is of course the title set apart by the period separating it from the series that follows. And you may have noticed that the line count is 11…a prime number. 😊Im calling this form Pi-Prime. Geek out!