how sad we’d be
without poetry…eden
would be a garden;
gentle dawn rustling,
a day; moonstones,
rocks; beautiful blooms,
flowers; withering, death
~kat
Magnetic Poetry – Nature Kit
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Domesticated – NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 16
my sweet cat gets her fill of kibble
crunchy treats and other nibbles
a plate of wet food every night
chicken pâté, I treat her right
feathery fluffs, catnip-infused
pillow bedding, that’s rarely used
because when it is time for bed
a feline monster rears its head
clearly, she is on the prowl
with hissing shrieks, ungodly howls
then silence, and I hear a squeak,
a tortured mouse drops at my feet
my cat, my pampered fury friend
to blame for its untimely end
wide-eyed, she and I hold court,
so innocent, she kills for sport
~kat
For NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 16. Prompt: write a poem that prominently features the idea of play. It could be a poem about a sport or game, a poem about people who play (or are playing a game), or even a poem in the form of the rules for a sport or game that you’ve just made up (sort of like Calvinball).
Florescence Day 16
Public Domain Photo from Pixabay.com; Poem by Kat Myrman
come dawn, the aftermath
carnage marks its path
the tempest’s brutal wrath, leaves us numb
~kat
Day 16’s Florescence for Jane Dougherty. We are entering the stormy season here. It’s the battle of the seasons and the elements repeated year after year. What is laid waste we restore over and over, collecting the salvageable remnants, while mourning the lost. This is a random seaside photo of the aftermath of a storm. Last night, several neighboring towns less than an hour from where I live were flattened by tornadoes. I thought about using a photo from the news had captured the damages this morning, but it is too soon I think. Too soon.
Alone Shooter – NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 15
Alone Shooter
(A Cleave Poem, meant to be read in three parts, top to bottom, first column, second column, then the / entire line.)
I’m going to be a legend / I know I don’t matter
the whole world will know me / they treat me like I don’t exist
the ones that say / it’s better that way, I think
I’m a weirdo, I’m strange / better than the beatings and
I’ll show them / the broken bones
they won’t be laughing then / how could someone treat a kid like this?
when I do what I do / I tried to be good
I’ve been planning for years / but I was never good enough
the world makes it so easy / failure is all I know
for freedom fighters like me / I never had a chance, you know
we’re an elite militia, genius, / to be normal, what’s that?
armed to the teeth / life’s a bitch and then you die
I’m gonna make my mark / and when I’m gone
you’ll remember my name / no one will miss me
I’ll write it for you in blood / worm-feed in an unmarked grave
~kat
The prompt for today’s NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 15 was: write a poem in which a villain faces an unfortunate situation, and is revealed to be human (but still evil). There is tragedy to be found in the life of the villains of our time.
Florescence Day 15
latticed burst of crimson
passion plays, dusk and dawn
past the horizon yon stratus
~kat
Today’s Florescence for Jane’s Daily Challenge started to stir last evening as the sun was setting. ❤️
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