1- soot dusted space morning sun glare floor to ceiling windows leak streaked inside from too much rain cubicle of cubicles the corporate sweatshop that devoured me
2- down, down, downsized from a one hundred year old money-trap, a thousand square feet of accumulated stuff to lose, memories are not things, to a forever home in the Blue Ridge foothills with undressed windows, ambient green
3- the pandemic, people were dying, they told us, “pack everything, work from home”, a few weeks turned into months into years from cubicle to corner nook sheltered, stir crazy, in place hummingbirds at the window squirrels in the hickory trees
4- i don’t miss the commute from dark dawn to dark dusk the break room chatter, gossip, office politics ugly they’re telling us, “pack everything, come back to the cubicles”, but i have decided to stay where life has balance, home where my heart is
~kat
NaPoWriMo 2023 Challenge Day Twenty-Three: write a poem of your own that has multiple numbered sections. Attempt to have each section be in dialogue with the others, like a song where a different person sings each verse, giving a different point of view. Set the poem in a specific place that you used to spend a lot of time in, but don’t spend time in anymore.
a soul that is not strong asks for evidence of faith showing contempt for sagacity a riddle it baffles invisible beyond conclusion
~kat
A reverse Blackout Poem for NaPoWriMo 2023 Challenge Day 22, borrowing words in reverse order from Emily Dickinson’s poem, “This World is not Conclusion”.
This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond — Invisible, as Music — But positive, as Sound — It beckons, and it baffles — Philosophy — don’t know — And through a Riddle, at the last — Sagacity, must go — To guess it, puzzles scholars — To gain it, Men have borne Contempt of Generations And Crucifixion, shown-(ing) Faith slips — and laughs, and rallies — Blushes, if any see — Plucks at a twig ofEvidence — And asks a Vane, the way — Much Gesture, from the Pulpit — Strong Hallelujahs roll — Narcotics cannot still the Tooth That nibbles at the soul —
courage is a child who goes back to school after a massacre
courage is telling the truth even if it means losing everything
courage is wearing a dress because it makes you feel pretty even if they named you Jonathan
courage is helping those who are different because what matters most is acknowledging their humanity
courage Is not laughing when the joke is not funny but hurtful to someone
courage is saying, “me too” “Black Lives Matter” “I stand with you”
courage I have learned evolved from the Latin word, ‘cor’ meaning heart
courage is following one’s heart showing the rest of us how to truly live
~kat
NaPoWriMo 2023 Challenge Day Twenty-One: choose an abstract noun from the list below, and then use that as the title for a poem that contains very short lines, and at least one invented word.
civilization left to gerrymandered right exposed their dark side, extreme-powered corruption, chaos-fed barbarism,
where democracy was devoured by madness and pro-life killers
~kat
NaPoWriMo 2023 Challenge Day Twenty; Have you ever heard someone wonder what future archaeologists, whether human or from alien civilization, will make of us? Today, I’d like to challenge you to answer that question in poetic form, exploring a particular object or place from the point of view of some far-off, future scientist? The object or site of study could be anything from a “World’s Best Grandpa” coffee mug to a Pizza Hut, from a Pokemon poster to a cellphone.
Today’s prompt took me down a dark rabbit hole. Things right now are completely mad. I can’t imagine what future generations will think of us. The poetry form: a tanka/senryu combo.
i am not a fan of flying and you can take the stairs, not me i get queasy, knees, weak, wobbly fear of heights is terrifying it’s downright debilitating for as long as I remember been a reticent ascender with feet on terra firma set but haven’t missed a vista yet a snail’s eye-view, full of splendor
~kat
NaPoWriMo 2023 Challenge Day Nineteen: write a poem about something that scared you – or was used to scare you – and which still haunts you (if only a little bit) today.
For today, a Décima poem:
Décima poetry is a 10 line stanza with 8 syllables per line. The rhyming pattern is abbaaccddc. Using the 10 lines there are generally two ways to organize: The 10 lines, or breaking the 10 lines into two stanzas using abba/accddc.
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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