
Stigma, wet with nectar,
anther spore seducer,
c’est le sweet spot d’une fleur, ooh-la-la!
~kat
A wave of spring fever is making the rounds! A spicy florescence poem for Jane’s challenge today. Happy Thursday! 😉

Stigma, wet with nectar,
anther spore seducer,
c’est le sweet spot d’une fleur, ooh-la-la!
~kat
A wave of spring fever is making the rounds! A spicy florescence poem for Jane’s challenge today. Happy Thursday! 😉

Time for a cute kitten photo…I’m so…so…over it.
I’m weary of the lies
of fake news, of fact guise
where most anything flies, pigs and crime
~kat
Every so often I need to vent…today for instance. And I’m tired of writing about the weather and the flowers. Here then is Florescence Day 25 for Jane’s Daily Florescence challenge. Taking a deep breath in…now out. I feel a bit better now. 😉

‘come see my garden’
she would say with
a twinkle in her eye
she was a cool, clear evening,
an arched gateway, flanked
by flower beds, eclectic,
like tiny worlds within worlds,
a great old tree, with hatchlings
chattering, a small corner nook
lost in faerie whisperings
such beauty, a gift, blessed
to have been, this creative, lovely
soul who crossed beyond the veil
tending a magnificent garden…
time feels sweeter imagining her there
~kat
For NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 24 Prompt: write an elegy – a poem typically written in honor or memory of someone dead. But we’d like to challenge you to write an elegy that has a hopefulness to it. I chose to use a eulogy that I had written for a neighbor a few years ago and to use “blacked out” words to create an elegy poem.
You can read the Eulogy HERE. Below, the blacked out version.


let’s stop this lunacy
simplify, that’s the key
live life, let other’s be, no regrets
~kat
For Jane’s Daily Florescence Challenge. Work has been particularly grueling today. No frills; no pretty pictures. I did manage to cough this poem out during my grub and go, desktop lunch break. Writing is what keeps me sane after all. Tomorrow is another day. 🙂

Photo From Commonwealth of Virginia Tourism
Virginia
is for Lovers they say
unless, of course, your name was Loving
or Adam, and your lover was Steve, or say, Bruce
where they don’t mind asking , or telling
you, ‘take your sorry self
somewhere else’
an abomination,
you are, so says their GOP god
a sinner to the unforgivable degree
much worse than a murderer, even
love is love except in
Virginia,
Mother of Presidents,
Great Commonwealth, Old Dominion,
Appomattox, Where The Nation Came Together
in your ever-loving southern heart
civil battles still rage
but not love
~kat
A Triquain Swirl for NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 23 Prompt:…use a regional or local phrase from your hometown that you don’t hear elsewhere…I used a handful of local slogans and phrases. They are in BOLD in the poem.
~kat
For NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 23, Prompt: Today, we challenge you to honor this idea with a poem based in sound. The poem, for example, could incorporate overheard language. Perhaps it could incorporate a song lyric in some way, or language from something often heard spoken aloud (a prayer, a pledge, the Girl Scout motto). Or you could use a regional or local phrase from your hometown that you don’t hear elsewhere, e.g. “that boy won’t amount to a pinch.”