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April Poetry Month – Poem a Day! #1

In honor of National Poetry Month, I am going to post a poem a day for the month of April. And for the love of poetry, I am challenging myself to try a different poetry form each day.

 

For today, I chose the Alouette:
The Alouette consists of two or more stanzas of 6 lines each, with the following set rules:
Meter: 5, 5, 7, 5, 5, 7
Rhyme Scheme: a, a, b, c, c, b

I was inspired by a strange robin who has spent the entire past week ramming into the windows of my cubicle and the office next door. He does this for hours. So sad. Someone said it is mating season and he is trying to connect with his reflection. Well if he so wacko that he keeps this up for an entire week, perhaps it’s best if he doesn’t make it out of this perpetual loop. Flocks of wacky chicks ramming themselves into buildings is no way to preserve and continue a species! I caught him looking at me and had my phone handy to take his pic. He’s a mess!

Spring Selection
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Poor little robin
bashing your noggin’
Spring has made you quite insane
wasting affection
on your reflection
your frantic efforts in vain

But it’s for the best
you don’t pass the test
something’s amiss with your mind
Nature’s selection
based on perfection
preserves the flock from your kind!

kat ~ 1 April 2016


Gone – a Cleave Poem

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Gone

imagining you gone  | as fogs hovers
i still hear your whispers  | dripping with dew
your breath | a gentle breeze
warming my neck | infused by fragrance
the brush of your lips  | sweetness blossoming
against my skin | spring on the wind
imagining you gone | sun muted by the gray
pierces my heart  | remnants of night
rendering me inconsolable | causing the doves to mourn

kat ~ 31 March 2016

As promised, my second rendering of this interesting poetry form…the Cleave Poem. One should be able to read the left column, right column and each line across as a combined thought giving you three distinct poems. An interesting challenge indeed.

To learn more about the Cleave poem or to give it a try yourself, click HERE to Jane Dougherty’s poetry challenge.


Let Them Eat Dirt!

Cartoonist Dave Granlund at davegranlund.com

Politicians hawk their brand, | To the media talking heads

Snake oil purveyors  | who clamor for the latest dirt

whose loyalty is sold | because dirt sells advertising

to the highest bidder… | where truth doesn’t matter…

vile bottom feeders | just don’t call yourselves journalists!

kat ~ 30 March 2016

To learn more about the Cleave poem or to give it a try yourself, click HERE to Jane Dougherty’s poetry challenge.


No More…

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The increasing number of terrorist-driven tragedies has broken my heart. I do pray for the victims, their families…for our world that is becoming increasingly violent. And I also pray that my own heart will never become cold to the horror of such senseless violence. I pray for peace ultimately. I shall never cease to pray for peace…

News of yet another sorrow
Breaks my heart, already bleeding
Hope for peace, to death conceding
Left to fear the next tomorrow.

Hate infuses to the marrow
Hardened hearts that cease believing
News of yet another sorrow
Breaks my heart, already bleeding.

Horror lurches from the shadows
Evil lies in wait deceiving
Pawns emboldened do their bidding
Brazened hearts who blindly follow
News of yet another sorrow
Breaks my heart, already bleeding.

kat ~ 27 March 2016
(Sestet Rondel)

Sestet Rondel Form: A and B are the refrains, with a rhyme scheme of ABba abAB abbaA(B). The meter is open, but typically has eight syllables.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 27 March 2016

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Happy Sunday! And to those of you who celebrate, Happy Easter! I recall the feeling that the past week never seemed to end! There are week’s like that. I kept having to check the calendar to convince myself that it wasn’t Friday yet! What’s with that?

For starters we had a full moon this week. It was especially brilliant in my neck of the woods and I don’t usually fall victim to lunacy. Haha! Perhaps I did feel a bit too giddy from this month’s full worm moon touch!

In the midst of that, of course, we all paused to remember the victims in Brussels…and for me the senseless victims of violence in other places that don’t make international headlines. For my own conscience, it is important to me that I pause to remember that people, with dreams and families and hopes, met their untimely death in these tragedies…not just body counts…cold detached numbers. People.

So to say that last week was chaotic, off kilter, grievous, loony, and discombobulated would be quite accurate in its wake. This week’s ReVerse captures that description quite nicely.

Have a lovely uneventful next week, unless if course you are planning something eventful! In that case I hope it is spectacular and that you pull it off without a hitch! All this to say simply, best wishes! See you next week then! 😊

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 27 March 2016

How easily hope slips away!
From her twinkling eyes.
before the wedding
After a deluge
…if they forget
I watched helplessly
your shadow danced with the light
The blind perceive things
I know you didn’t invite me over here for giggles!
She had a thing for shoes.

Prayers for Brussels

Now THAT is weird!
When she looked in the mirror, her eyebrows were gone!
And the blokes wear tights!
suspended on penumbral cusp
Stopping in my own happy place.
Some haughty snobs schmooze
Just beyond the veil of darkness.

~kat