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Manic Monday – Departed

MM3WDeparted

feel the air
the sun shining
never forget
wonder…dream…
remember, but
don’t look back
those days are gone
just let ‘em go
and be strong
you can be strong

~kat

A Black Out Poem for Manic Monday’s Three-Way Challenge: Word Prompt: Departed, Photo: (above) and Song: The Boys of Summer by Don Henley (lyrics with words bolded).


The Boys of Summer
Don Henley

Nobody on the road,
Nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air
The summer’s out of reach
Empty lake, empty streets
The sun goes down alone
I’m driving by your house
Don’t know you’re not home
But I can see you
Your brown skin shining in the sun
You got your hair combed back
And your sunglasses on, baby
I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone
I never will forget those nights
I wonder if it was a dream
Remember how you made me crazy
Remember how I made you scream
I don’t understand what happened to our love
But, baby, I’m gonna get you back
I’m gonna show you what I’m made of
I can see you,
Your brown skin shining in the sun
I see you walking real slow
And you’re smiling at everyone
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone
Out on the road today I saw a Deadhead sticker on a Cadillac
A little voice inside my head said
Don’t look back, you can never look back
I thought I knew what love was
What did I know?
Those days are gone forever
I should just let ’em go, but
I can see you,
Your brown skin shining in the sun
You got that top pulled down,
And that radio on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong,
After the boys of summer have gone
I can see you,
Your brown skin shining in the sun
You got that hair slicked back,
And those Wayfarers on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone

Songwriters: Don Henley / Michael W. Campbell


September Poem #3

labor
on holiday…
celebrate those who toil
lifeblood, bone, and sinew feasting
on scraps from the table

~kat

(Pensee – A syllabic form. No meter specified. No rhyme. Syllabic count 2-4-7-8-6;
line 1 is the subject;
line 2 gives description;
line 3, action;
line 4, the setting;
line 5, final thought.)


Elephant in the Corner – A Haiku

elephant

when an elephant
is lurking in the corner…
should be obvious

~kat

For Haiku Horizons, Prompt Word: Corner.


September Poem #2

at dusk
amber streams
bleed into blue; the sun creeps
down, down, behind the lace arbor
scrim sundered, dreams in wait

~kat

Day Two – September Poems featuring the Pensee.*


*The Pensee – A syllabic form. No meter specified. No rhyme. Syllabic count 2-4-7-8-6:

line 1 is the subject;

line 2 gives description;

line 3, action;

line 4, the setting;

line 5, final thought.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 2 September 2018

Today’s ReVerse speaks to me of resilience and perseverance. In looking back at my ancestors last month I realize that my cells are informed by all who came before me, the strong, the weak, the resourceful, the creative, the curious and curiouser still. People who lived and died here. Who likely never gave me a second thought; never imagined the children and children’s children who would come after them. And I am sure they would be amazed at our modern life and technology.

As different as life in the 21st century may be, some things are the same. Our common humanity, things like love and family, faith and a sense of awe in our natural surroundings are links that bind us all. I cannot imagine the impossible wonders that the future holds for those whose lives will sprout from my family tree years, centuries from now. Life is a gift that keeps on giving.

Have a great week!


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 2 September 2018

I AM FIERCE / i am terrified
well-spring of life, informing cells that make me, me
to those who dare dip from her shallow well
hum of longing, knowing, still
humble selflessness
a crown of crimson petals
the worst was yet to come
evil can’t sustain a never-ending terror reign
but her bitterest arch rival was, in fact, a Valkyrie
again I am surprised to find more royalty
reminds me I’m the sum of many parts
I guess it’s time to get down to business then
there’s a subtle shift
on the prowl, terrorizing
deep peace through the darkest of nights
life overcoming

~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 works of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over a period time. I use it as a review of the previous week.