cultivated plots
are a gardener’s cachet
but Gaia’s first blooms
burst through concrete, cling to walls
vagabonds in dapper hues
~kat
A Tanka for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge using synonyms only of the prompt words, Grow: bloom, burst, cultivate & Honor: cachet.
white, wispy flecks blow
covering my window
thank goodness it’s not snow, blooms in flight
~kat
Seriously! At first glance the flower petals adrift on my way into work give me a start, but then I realized it was not snow. This is Florescence #3 for Jane Dougherty’s Daily Poem challenge.
coffee is the newest
poison, hot dark liquid
in a cup…go ahead
but if you drink it you’re
just pressing
your luck
~kat
Magnetic Poetry Online…Poet and Love Kits
we could learn a few things
from bolshie blooms of spring
amidst frost’s icy sting, reverie
~kat
Day 2’s Florescence for Jane Dougherty’s Daily Florescence Challenge.
Photo by ninocare at pixabay.com
Ode to a Few Books
There is nothing quite like a book,
hardback, leather or paperbound,
piled high wherever I look,
authors obscure and some, renowned.
Words on fine parchment, glossy, matte,
dog-eared pages to keep my place;
a cup of tea, a purring cat,
a book or two’s, my happy place.
Cases filled to overflowing,
floor to ceiling and wall to wall,
my collection’s ever-growing;
I need more shelves to store them all.
I’ve been told it’s an addiction.
The “h” word, hoarder, has been used.
Tomes of poetry and fiction,
my only vice should be excused.
Every volume is a treasure.
I can’t part with a single one.
Spare me this incessant pressure,
bury them with me when I’m gone!
~kat
Day 1 of NaPoWriMo 2018’s Challenge. Prompt: To write a poem that is based on a secret shame or a secret pleasure.
like mercury colliding... 