silence
but for the cacophony
of thoughts and perfidious prayers
feigned outrage fading into the abyss of
yesterday’s news; blood soaked hands of
cowards scrawling, “must build a wall…”
~kat~
I titled this no words…but I am a poet, damn it, and words are the only thing I have to give to this troubled world. I rue the day when even the poets become silent. Peace my friends. Tell someone you love, that you do…love them.
a decision
should be an easy choice
between black or white, right or wrong
but black is grey and white is
crisp linen, honeymilk, winter orchard,
swiss coffee, and chantilly lace
~kat~
there’s a green cheese moon
high above a flat earth…cows
and cats with fiddles
~kat
For Haiku Horizons Weekly Challenge, Prompt Word Moon.
congress in session
a trio of cowbirds perch aloft, screaming
on skeletal limbs of a wintering elm
surveying the work of more diligent
nesters while scheming a plan
to evict them come spring
~kat~
i don’t recall the dream
ending this way, with
me here alone and you
on the wind…the bitter
crush, my aching breasts
a childless mother, barely
a whisper from death, and
yet I should have known
you were meant to fly
~kat
Magnetic Poetry – Original Kit
like mercury colliding... 