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off the edge

off the edge

the earth is not flat
opinion can’t make it so
life, death, and taxes

the sun rises and the sun sets
the moon’s face cycles new to full
we’re all bound by gravity’s pull
the truth is absolute and yet

it’s easy to forget and let
emotions cloud our fickle minds
you know it happens all the time
we pick and choose what to believe
it makes us easy to deceive
like silly sheep we follow blind

~kat

This week’s combo challenge inspired by Ronovan Writes 
Weekly Haiku Poetry Challenge, Prompt Words LIFE & VIEW 
(OPINION) and Décima Poetry Challenge, Prompt Word BLIND 
- C-Line Rhyme. 

A Décima is a ten line poem, eight syllables each line in the 
rhyme scheme: abbaaccddc. This week’s prompt word must 
be used at the end of one of the C lines with the other C lines 
rhyming. 

bitter sweetness

bitter sweetness

she
smiles
when she thinks
of simpler times
before life became
complicated, before
the world split into two
when blood was thick and skin was deep
and love bore all things and believed all things...
smiles, though remembering breaks her heart

~kat

An Etheree for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday 
Theme prompt based on the poem below by Sue Vincent. 

clouds cover the moon,
beyond dawn's pale horizon
sun rises unseen

©2020 Sue Vincent

weightless

Background Photo by Public Domain on Pixabay.com

weightless

restaurants and movie theaters consider
me a senior, rewarding my longevity
with fifty cents or so, might as well be
two cents, though I don’t need yours
or anyone’s opinion these days when
everyone has one, clinging to it like
truth. opinion is not truth, that’s my
two cents. take it or leave it. but I digress,
back to my status, senior, elderly, of a
certain age, labels that feel odd considering
the forever greenness of my mind, of my
perception, clouded by smoke and mirrors
that taunt me, body softening, surrendering
to gravity, hair thinning, my gait pensive,
cautious, slowing, my eyes amplified by
thickening glass, I remember when I
considered sixty-four, ancient, one foot
in the grave, out of touch, out of time, silly
me when I was young, invincible, carefree,
I don’t feel invincible these days, but
I don’t fear the inevitable either, just
calm, a certain peace, and grace, oodles
of grace that surrounds me like a lazy
river weaving round and round with me
floating on top of the waves, gazing at
the tree tops, backlit by blue, that sway
overhead, though I’m soon to be plucked
from the current, I’m ready whenever,
but for now I’m breathing, the air is
sweet and my heart is full, so very full

~kat~


Monday Musings on this chilly Autumn day, just days from the U.S. celebration of Thanksgiving, which will be a bit different for many of us this year. Peace all.


dare to hope

dare to hope

we shouldn’t be at all surprised
when vile wolves disguised as sheep
prowl the darkness while we sleep
crooning dissonant lullabies
that fill our foolish ears with lies
we shouldn’t be surprised at all
when silly sheep refuse to call
these wolves the monsters that they are,
to send them packing…au revoir!
it won’t be long until they fall

dread of the future
is fading away in waves
dare to hope again

~kat


For Ronovan Writes, a combined response to the Décima Poetry Challenge, Prompt Word: SLEEP – B-Line Rhyme and the Haiku Poetry Challenge, Prompt Words: EBB (fading away) & FLOW (waves).


the abyss

sometimes the abyss
is a pool of black water,
deep, its skin like glass
capturing reflections of
innocence slipping away

~kat~


A Tanka for Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge, this week’s ekphrastic photo prompt courtesy of Diana Peach.


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