Why Indeed!
Why do I work day in day out
Toil through numbers, crashing
crisis to crisis, teetering on red
To present a black ebitda to
dissatisfied, greedy share hoarders
To pay the rent…to eat their crumbs
~kat
42 Day 3 for Jane’s Daily Poem Challenge. Taking my prompt from one of our recent comment discussions with an actual question posed.
I could be wrong
lacking key facts
swayed by assumption, but
my intuition says
not this time, trust me
and I do
~kat
Day 2 of the “42” for Jane Dougherty’s May Daily Poetry Challenge featuring a Cherita that begs a question.
The Lowly Cur
a barbarous fête
chirping, featherless nestlings,
beaks agape, bobbing,
poor worm dangling, sacrificed
to sate the ravenous brood
~kat
A Tanka for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge using synonyms of the words: sing: chirp & celebrate: fête. The dark side of Spring. I love baby birds, but today, I’m remembering the worm. 😉
I wonder what you’re thinking
grey, fluffy cat, looming,
eyes wide, black; tail twitching
could it be you’re plotting
your escape, or my demise
I know, I know…it’s dinner time
~kat
For Jane Dougherty’s May Daily Poetry Challenge “42”. This one is tricky. We start with a Cherita which is a short poem that tells a story. It consists of a one-line stanza, followed by a two-line stanza, and then finishing with a three-line stanza. Sounds easy, right? Jane added an extra challenge. For May’s Cherita? the first line asks a question or makes a statement that begs a question, the second stanza/two lines sets the scene or the background, the last stanza/three lines answers the question or resolves it in some way.
The hardest part for me was coming up with a question! Fortunately I live in a house full of animals. They are always doing things that make me wonder. One question down, 30 more to go. Maybe we’ll solve the mystery of the universe this month. Or maybe not. Thanks Jane. This one’s a challenge. And you know I love a good one. 🙂
Le Bateau – Paper Cutting by Henri Matisse – 1953
Le Bateau
art display
a faux pas expose’
in gouache, fuchsia and Parisian blue
painted paper cut-outs applied with glue, askew
Matisse would roll over in his grave if he knew
that they hung his painting upside down
‘twas the talk of the town
sinking scow
~kat~
A Trois-par-Huit for NaPoWriMo 2018 – Day 30 Prompt: write a poem that engages with a strange and fascinating fact. I chose Art History and the story of the Matisse painting that hung upside-down in the New York Museum of Modern Art in 1961.
From Wikipedia:
Le Bateau caused a minor stir when the Museum of Modern Art, New York, which housed it, hung the work upside-down for 47 days in 1961 until Genevieve Habert, a stockbroker, noticed the mistake and notified a guard. Habert later informed the New York Times who in turn notified Monroe Wheeler, the Museum’s art director. As a result, the artwork was rehung properly. The museum currently houses the piece in the “Final Works of Henri Matisse” exhibition.
like mercury colliding... 