
another day sifts
through our fingers
a thousand stars to
wish upon…if only
they were listening

moss covered rocks
line the garden
the roses have gone
to seed…soon leaves
will fall, a-withering
rustling on the breeze
~kat

another day sifts
through our fingers
a thousand stars to
wish upon…if only
they were listening

moss covered rocks
line the garden
the roses have gone
to seed…soon leaves
will fall, a-withering
rustling on the breeze
~kat

once upon a time lived a viking maiden fair,
princess, Kievan queen, woman scorned, a saint,
who settled scores, who buried men alive,
set flocks affire, razed a town, my dear great
grandma, Olga, was the baddest fox around
~kat

asleep, in graves, silent shuttered
vaults, eroded epitaphs, markers where
lay the bones, worm-stripped bare, no trace
but for their surnames penned on census
rolls, proof that they existed once
~kat

the fool
poor old chap is down
in the dumps, in a blue funk
with a chip on his
shoulder…once upon a time
he walked on air, flying high
~kat
A Tanka for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge using synomyms only of the words Happy & Morose. I found a lovely collection of idioms that were listed as synonyms for these words. Of course I had to use them all! Well, most of them anyhow. What fun this week’s challenge was!
Happy: walking on air, flying high,
Morose: down in the dumps, in a blue funk, chip on the shoulder

For Haiku Horizon’s Poetry Challenge inspired by the word, “meet”.
because cruel fate
did thrust love’s blade off its mark
never did we meet
~kat