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time to tell the bees

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time to tell the bees

who among us will tell the bees
the honey-hoarder will not leave
holed up deep within his hive
a brooding lump, by all despised,
but for the few who fill his head
with lies of victory instead
they cannot hide the sting of truth
surely they know, they’ve seen the proof
alas, a new bee-keeper waits
his calm voice speaks of love not hate
in empathy he rends his heart
he understands us, every part
and promises to heal our soul
to care for us, his only goal…
who will tell the bees it’s done
disgrace has lost, decency’s won
so they won’t leave us, so they’ll stay
to fill our honey jars of clay
to fill our lives with sweetness too
with all that’s good and right and true

~kat

only one

only one

in the end there is only one
left standing in the widening breach
to mend our brokenness, to reach
out, lead, to show us how it’s done
by example, in compassion
only one, though some may cast doubt
one will be raised up, one cast out
just like the seasons come and go
every four years change comes, you know
democracy, where each vote counts

when chaos lingers
we trust our higher angels
to restore balance

~kat


For Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge – Prompt word: One/A-Line Rhyme combined with this week’s Haiku Poetry Challenge – Prompt Words: First (higher)/Heal (restore).


grace enough

grace enough

there is grace
more than enough grace
to hold us
through the night
whether or not we believe
the dawn is coming

~kat


A Shadorma for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday Synonyms Only Challenge – Prompt Words: Imagine/Believe & Gratitude/Grace.


Shadorma
• 6 lines per stanza
• Per-line syllabic pattern = 3 / 5 / 3 / 3 / 7 / 5
• No restrictions on number of stanzas
• No rhyme scheme or prohibitions against rhyme
• No restrictions on title length


we winter in hope

we winter in hope

when the last leaf has fallen
and the blue, crisp and clear, is revealed
behind a tangled web of exposed branches
we can cling to the promise of spring
buds of hope waiting to bloom anew

~kat

A Gogyohka for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday – Poet’s Choice Prompt.


Tanka Tuesday – The Illusion of Power

when the wind
bellows through a forest
it’s the trees
that yield,
not those that are unbending,
that endure unmoved

~kat


A Shadorma (3/5/3/3/7/5) for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge. Today’s Prompt Theme – “The Illusion of Power”.