
…to the remote control
oh what did we do,
once upon a time ago,
television, before you,
blared out of control,
always too loud, three channels to troll
~kat

…to the remote control
oh what did we do,
once upon a time ago,
television, before you,
blared out of control,
always too loud, three channels to troll
~kat

…to sleep
(no rest for the weary)
just one minute more
grumbling as you hit the snooze
places to be, things to do
get feet to the floor
if you’re not in front, on time, you lose
~kat

…to coffee…or tea
morning libation
scalded brew of beans and leaves
cream and sugar, if you please
steeped stimulation,
motivation on this day to seize
~kat

…to a leaf
like a tiny tree
emulating her mother
root to trunk to branches, she
clings through the summer,
green, to blush when autumn kisses her
~kat

…to a fountain pen
bleeding peacock blue
words in fluid cursive scroll
inspiration from the muse
written bits of soul
empty sheets of parchment rendered whole
~kat
For February I’ll be focusing on the ordinary (as in ordinary, everyday people, places, or things) using a new form I am calling a Horatiodet. See what I did there? It’s a portmanteau that combines the words Horacian+Ode+et. A Horatiodet is a total of 5 lines, syllable count: 5-7-7-5-9 / rhyme scheme: ababb. In other words, it is a short Horacian Ode (only one stanza), a form based on the style of Horace, Quintus Horatius Flaccus (December 8, 65 BC – November 27, 8 BC), the leading Roman lyric poet during the time of Augustus.