roses wear
diamonds after
a storm to let
us see the sweet
in the bitter
a thousand moments
make a life but
only a handful
touch our hearts
enough to
remember
eternity is only
too long and vast
for those
lingering in
the past
if information
is power, why
don’t more intelligent
forces rule….
we need a hard stop
and system upgrade
~kat
This week’s wisdom proved by the magnets found in the Original, Love, Poet and Geek kits at Magnetic Poetry Online.
there is no safe place
no high ground, no border wall
to save us from us
~kat
For Haiku Horizons Challenge, prompt word, safe.
I remember the crunching sound of my feet shuffling, scattering pebbles about, as I walked that morning. The sun was barely tree-top high in the sky, the leaves were sparkling, and there was a fragrant breeze; honeysuckle and wild garlic. For whatever reason, I don’t even recall it now, I was distraught. I felt totally alone, unloved and hopeless.
And then my toe smacked into a perfectly honed, heart-shaped stone. As I bent down to pick it up, the sun crested the tops of the trees and I felt its warmth on my back. It occurred to me in that moment, I was not alone and that someone, a Great Spirit, Faeries, the Universe, God (I’ll leave the naming to you), had left it there to stub my toe and stop me in my melancholy tracks. I felt loved. I felt hope. I kept that heart-stone on a window ledge so I could look at it and remember.
Eventually, I was called upon to do the unthinkable; to give my beloved heart-shaped stone away…to someone who loved it as dearly as me, maybe even more.
Now, please don’t be sad for me, dear reader, because on that very day I found three more heart-shaped stones, and another, and several more.
Everywhere I turn I find them now; big, small, shiny, rough, perfectly formed, some with tiny flaws. To some, they are just rocks, but to me, they are undeniably hearts, one and all.
I keep them in my pockets these days, to remember…and just in case I have an opportunity to give one away to someone who needs to know they are not alone, that they are loved, and that there is hope.
If you should ever happen to find a heart-shaped stone of your very own, I hope you’ll remember too.
life to death to life
skeletal fragments turned cold
chiseled stones remembering
love requires letting go
a heart surrenders, knowing
~kat
A haibun/tanka For Colleen Chesebro’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, prompt words, stone and turn.
shivering timbres,
shrill cicada crescendos
swell like rain droplets
rain puddle tripping
giddy twirls beneath wet arches
blue goose-bump shivers
misty afterglow
shivering twisted limbs wilt
in rain-drenched hollows
~kat
For TJ’s Haiku Hub Challenge inspired by his mystical photo above and the prompt words, shiver and rain.
in the forest deep where
moss grows thick and
roots weave an ancient
path through the cool,
dark shade, wild souls
hover between worlds…
if you’re quiet you
can almost hear
them breathing
~kat
Magnetic Poetry – Nature Kit
like mercury colliding... 