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Magnetic Poetry Saturday

grass long
and tall
dances in the
delicious breeze
breath of god
softly flowing

the red breast trudges
through the garden
beneath the blue, but
the worms are
hiding…it’s
too cool
in purple

always fight for what
is good and remember,
but for your light
some never come to
hope, only seeing the
dark night of the soul

beneath every garden
roots and seeds
winter in the
darkness…
a time to rest and
a time to blossom

~kat

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Magnetic Poetry Saturday

to be forgotten
as if you never
lived is like death

eternity is not
some thing
it is now

hello has the
power to change
your life

there’s a battle
playing out
good and evil
at war
forcing us to
use our brain

~kat

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Magnetic Poetry Saturday

there will always be
evil in this world
but there is more
to offset almost
every sinister force
and love…that too

to follow after or
wander alone…which
way is the path
to peace in a world
rooted in stone

time is eternity’s prisoner
we are born only
to grow old and die
remembered only
by lingering sadness

chocolate can be bitter
barely a day goes
by that I don’t
crave its sweetness
on my tongue

~kat

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Magnetic Poetry Saturday

my garden heaves her

last bit of sweetness

as the cool beauty of

death whispers to her

urging her to sleep…

to dream of spring

I am not dazzled by

broken gods and

fool-hearty men who

must be surrounded by

all-embracing prisoners

of fear to feel whole

keep trusting in

the goodness of

others even if it is

hard to see….I

believe it’s always

there, waiting to care

every path is thick

with followers but

wanderers leave fresh

tracks through the wild

~kat

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Magnetic Poetry Saturday

nature does not

murmur feeling

blue when night

falls, for she sees

the light in every

dark thing

remember to make

time to enjoy the

little things in life

all work and no play

is not living

mist rising after

the rain, warm

meeting cool in a

dreamlike symphony…

fading away

in the light of day

champagne blushed

my foolish heart

dances to a broken

rhythm…I almost remember

how it was to be wild,

myself, in color

~kat

Magnetic Poetry…try your hand at this fun exercise in wordplay HERE.