It’s what lies beneath,
tangled roots thrusting downward,
synapses surging,
that rouses trees to greening,
born of fire in Gaia’s heart.
~kat
(Tanka – 5/7/5/7/7)
It’s what lies beneath,
tangled roots thrusting downward,
synapses surging,
that rouses trees to greening,
born of fire in Gaia’s heart.
~kat
(Tanka – 5/7/5/7/7)

ultimately, “do no harm”
whilst rooting through his cavities
one false move ’twould cause alarm
with steady practiced hand disarm
poor Sam of his infirmities
ultimately, “do no harm”
funny bones might lose their charm
guard his broken heart, avoid brain freeze
one false move ‘twould cause alarm
it takes a skilled touch to perform
the tricky stretch, ankle to knee
ultimately, “do no harm”
from stomach where butterflies swarm
to ankles wrenched and watery knees
one false move ‘twould cause alarm
in surgery there’s no lukewarm
one must be sure, determined, you’d agree
ultimately, “do no harm”
one false move ‘twould cause alarm
~kat
(NaPoWriMo 2017 #20 – A silly Villanelle Poem (A1bA2 abA1 abA2 abA1 abA2 abA1A2) tackling today’s prompt: to write a poem that incorporates the vocabulary and imagery of a specific sport or game. In case you didn’t figure it out…my game of choice is the Operation Game by Milton Bradley.)

the birth of a lie
once upon a time, when words had meaning
when everyone believed that words were true
no living soul conceived they’d need to question
or turn a blind eye in the face of proof
it was a time of blissful innocence
until the day the first untruth took hold
‘twas only meant to spare another’s feelings
I’m sure you’d do the same, if truth be told
but oh what happened after its telling
the ignorance and bliss of those deceived
everyone agreed, it bore repeating
and so the lie, it grew like a bad seed
when naysayers tried hard to deny it
they were swiftly cast aside, reviled
greedy profiteers began to sell it
for blissful happiness, the crowds went wild
soon the truth was hidden twixt the pages,
and history rewritten, as preferred,
faux everything became the rage of ages
and truth was just an inconvenient blur
sometimes truth will show up unexpected
like a fragile flower amidst the weeds
you can recognize it using reason
don’t be surprised if nobody believes
kat – 19 April 2017
(NaPoWriMo 2017 #19 – a dramatization of a creation myth…birth of a lie for today’s prompt in the form of a Fable Poem.)

the breeze is sweetened by the rain
as bulbous drops on petals cling
beneath a starless sky, brushed gray
night is hovering on the wing
in the gloaming street lights flicker
glowing amber mist descending
shadows loom as fog grows thicker
night is hovering on the wing
gather round for bedtime fables
rock-a-bye hush, the children sing
stay awake if you are able
night is hovering on the wing
kat – 17 April 2017
(NaPoWriMo 2017 #17 – A Kyrielle Poem for today’s prompt to write a Nocturne)
between the dark of
night and the light
of day dawn
gently rustles
earth in
sweetness
-kat – 15 April 2017
(Magnetic Poetry – Nature Kit)