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Anything

nat-hawthorne


anything

look at you, absentmindedly twirling
a wisp of perfect golden hair ’round
slender fingertips, hint of a smile, lips,
velvet petals, parted, revealing pearlescent
teeth, a laugh, pleasant, lilting, crystalline
blue eyes, sparkling, that quickly look
away from too intense a gaze…you don’t
know how beautiful you are, coyly
denying the adoration of those poor
souls ensnared by your loveliness…
you hardly notice your true devotees
pricked so deeply by love’s poison dart
they would do anything for you, truly
anything…I suppose that’s why
i hate you…i do…i hate you

~kat

For MindLoveMisery’s Menageries’ Sunday Writing Prompt based on the quote above by Nathaniel Hawthorne.


August – Stanza 1

August Gregorius, in 1871, father
of my father’s, father’s father left
Sweden’s shore, Amerika bound, decades
before the harbor maiden raised her beacon
to refugees and immigrants, seeking a dream

~kat

August Stanza a Day Challenge: A short 3,4, or 5 line poem no syllable counts of rhymes, starting with the word ‘August’ on the first day. The last word of the poem will be the first word of day two’s poem, and so on until the end of the month.


Speaking of Three – Terza Rima 3 of Three Finit

have you noticed that threes are everywhere
three pigs, amigos, stooges, trinities,
and when a bad thing happens, be aware

there might be more to come, more tragedy
but it might come as a surprise to know
good fortune’s also thought to come in threes

a-one, two, three, we say, ready, set, go
this, that, other; win, lose, draw; charms post-three
3-Rs take you far; three rings make a show

threes to the ‘nth, and one more thing from me…
plead the fifth, to any third degree

~kat

Last day of the Terza Rima Daily Poem Challenge. Thanks to Jane Dougherty for leading the charge to write a snippet of poetry each day. It’s been fun. This final trio of sets is shown in full below.


Speaking of Three

metaphysically, the number three
bespeaks of divine souls who know the muse
theirs is a life of creativity

the alchemy of magic thrice infused
with graces threefold, walking in the lighta
a powerhouse of elements imbued

those so-called, three, inherit a birthright
optimistic sprites, loyal, filled with glee
three-folks live here with heaven e’er in sight

the Pythagoreans have affinity
for this prime number, short a perfect square
lauded as noble, Triad, number three

no other digits ‘fore or aft’ compare
unless you are a theorist of string
three dimensions mete where flat planes meet air

you may not be into this sort of thing
but any geek will school you if you care
three’s beautiful in hue, red, blue and green

have you noticed that threes are everywhere
three pigs, amigos, stooges, trinities,
and when a bad thing happens, be aware

there might be more to come, more tragedy
but it might come as a surprise to know
good fortune’s also thought to come in threes

a-one, two, three, we say, ready, set, go
this, that, other; win, lose, draw; charms post-three
3-Rs take you far; three rings make a show

threes to the ‘nth, and one more thing from me…
plead the fifth, to any third degree

~kat


Monday Affirmations with the Muse

i can hope in dreams,
in love and peace and
better days to come…
believing gives me
the power to overcome
every obstacle

~kat

Magnetic Poetry Online – Love Kit


innocence ghosting – Manic Mondays

Innocence Ghosting

innocence ghosting

we skipped the crown
humming
flew away
it was later
that her face
turned pale
she said,
 there is no truth
let her be sixteen
eyes open
might just as well’ve
be closed
her face ghostly pale
and so it was

~kat

A Black Out Poem for Manic Monday Three-Way Prompt inspired by the word “Ghostly”, the photo above and the song below with black out.

Whiter Shade Of Pale

We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels ‘cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale

She said,There is no reason’
And the truth is plain to see
But I wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might have just as well’ve been closed

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale

And so it was that later

Songwriters: Gary Brooker / Keith Reid / Matthew Fisher
A Whiter Shade of Pale lyrics © T.R.O. Inc.