Tag Archives: Poetry

Manic Monday – Frozen

you only see
what you want
your heart’s
consumed
with hate…
broken
no point
placing blame
you know you
need to fly
inside your
heart you
hold the key
only
you’re frozen

~kat

For Manic Monday’s 3 Way Prompt: Photo (above)/Word: Frozen/Song: Frozen by Madonna (see the blocked out text below).


Frozen
Madonna
You only see what your eyes want to see
How can life be what you want it to be? You’re frozen
When your heart’s not open
You’re so consumed with how much you get
You waste your time with hate and regret. You’re broken
When your heart’s not open
Mm,hmm
If I could melt your heart
Mm, hmm
We’d never be apart
Mm, hmm
Give yourself to me
Mm, hmm
You hold
The key
Now there’s no point in placing the blame
And you should know I suffer the same, if I lose you
My heart will be broken
Love is a bird, she needs to fly
Let all the hurt inside of you die,you’re frozen
When your heart’s not open
Mm, hmm
If I could melt your heart
Mm, hmm
We’d never be apart
Mm, hmm
Give yourself to me
Mm, hmm
You hold
The key
You only see what your eyes want to see
How can life be what you want it to be? You’re frozen
When your heart’s not open
Mm, hmm
If I could melt your heart
Mm, hmm
We’d never be apart
Mm, hmm
Give yourself to me
Mm, hmm
You hold the key (Mm, hmm)
If I could melt your heart
Mm, hmm
We’d never be apart
Mm, hmm
Give yourself to me
Mm, hmm
You hold
The key
If I could melt your heart
Songwriters: Madonna Ciccone /Patrick Leonard
Frozen lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc


December Dodoitsu #3

toxic

from that very first hello,
when you took my breath away,
I’ve been losing parts of me
to make room for us

~kat


Heaven Can Wait

Do they even give god
a second thought?
Bluebloods, who needn’t
toil for bits of bread,
who dine on Danube Caviar
plopped on delicate
wafers in their garish
manor houses, sipping
tea while gossiping
about the latest fashion
faux pas or  who’s
doing who. What need
have they for the god
of needy souls, the
god of the outcast,
the sick, the lost,
the forgotten? What
need indeed! From
the outside looking
in their life is heaven on
earth…hell, where
sinners rot, rages just
beyond their gilded gate. 

~kat

A Poem for Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie’s Sunday Writing Prompt based on this Quote: “I talk to God, but the sky is empty.” by Sylvia Plath and the color chart below (the challenge required using at least three of  the color names in the piece).


 


December Dodoitsu #2

drop dead deadlines, bottom lines
number crunching, red to black
budget cuts; frozen wages
useless escape key

~kat


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 2 December 2018

In the stillness of late autumn, hearths crackle softly, teapots whistle, pots of soup simmer on low, and the sweet smell of baked goods lingers in the air, as the nights grow long. Winter is coming. It is a magical time of family gatherings, celebrations, sparkling lights and the exchanging of gifts. A time when we learn how lovely it is to give. We learn how to graciously receive. Or at least we try to. Most of us need a little work on that part.

So, this final month of 2018, as we remember the passing year and store up hope for the coming one, let there be no regret, but rather a gentle acceptance of days gone by; the good and the bad. May we gift ourselves with compassion, forgiveness and love. January symbolically represents a clean slate. My wish for all of us is love, peace and joy. It’s sounds a bit cliché, I know. But I can dream. I still do.

Have a great week.

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 2 December 2018

dawn’s chorus erupting
I keep my dreams close
all those years ago
it was all smoke and tears
wasting my time
a lifetime is short, as seasons go
wish I could look away
whisp’ring prayers, their souls to keep
street lamps humming low
pluck soft petals one by one

~kat

A ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.