
softly
daubs of hydrogen
and oxygen times two
raining
life, encapsulated
in droplets, bursting
~kat~

softly
daubs of hydrogen
and oxygen times two
raining
life, encapsulated
in droplets, bursting
~kat~

vision obscured
ice frosted
opaqueness
glaring
diffused light
driving blind
~kat~

black crow, cackles,
buzzards prowl, circling
predators in black on blue
cars swerve around roadkill,
a heap of fur, unrecognizable,
its death vapors rising
~kat~
I swerved ’round a dead skunk on the road this morning on my way to work, slightly smashed from tire treads, a fluff of black, red and white. The sky natives were restless. And so, another Cherita documenting life on the edge of drear.

Raindrops on double-layered, resin-laminated glass
heavy, grey fog obscures the distant mountain vista;
scrawny winter trees, black-wet, line acres of partitioned asphalt
I sit, sipping jasmine, sugar-sweet tea under fluorescent yellow strobes
and see my red fiat 500c sandwiched between two SUV’s, my escape from the madness
what I wouldn’t give for a puddle to stomp but the grated abyss has devoured it
~kat
Another view from Cubicle-World on this bleak winter’s day captured a la Cherita. I typically lunch at my desk…blah…blah…blah. And occasionally I am pleasantly interrupted from the drear by my muse…or maybe it is just the rain. 🙂

grappling with fate
nothing thrills me more,
not fortune, nor happenstance…
serendipity
rouses my soul to believe
in kismet, in providence
felicitous flukes
that bind us intrinsically
you know…pure magic
~kat
For Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Poetry Challenge inspired by these words and their synonyms:
Destiny: fortune, serendipity, happenstance, kismet, fate
Challenge: rouse, thrill, grapple.
