
it’s so strange, the things
we remember, snapshots
of moments past…
lumpy cream of wheat
~kat

it’s so strange, the things
we remember, snapshots
of moments past…
lumpy cream of wheat
~kat

unbroken
I remember believing
I might die when you left
yet here I am, breathing…
roses still smell sweet
~kat

if you’ve never been
eye to eye with spitting rage
hate is a shocking shocking aberration
it’s time to wake up
~kat

it’s between the lines, the truest words dwell
skimmers who riffle miss the fine print,
the loveliest thoughts are not ink
blots on pages, the writer’s
exquisite intention,
is deciphered by
those who peruse
with their heart
and their
soul
~kat
A Reverse Etheree for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge, Synonyms Only for this week’s prompt words: pleasant, fine, lovely, exquisite, and read, decipher, peruse, skim, riffle.


just a drizzle, they said
’twas a deluge instead
pummeling our heads
rainy days and bad hair
~kat