after it rains this world
becomes wildly alive
the air thick and sweet and
the earth vivid and wild in
deep shades of blue and green
life thrives best when wet
kat – 5 September 2016
after it rains this world
becomes wildly alive
the air thick and sweet and
the earth vivid and wild in
deep shades of blue and green
life thrives best when wet
kat – 5 September 2016

when planning for a lovely stroll,
with dog in tow,
to play some fetch
at river’s edge
take care to notice red dawn skies
-word to the wise-
you might regret
the plans you’ve set
if you ignore the coming storms
when you’ve been warned
you’ll feel the pain…
relentless rain.
kat ~ 27 July 2016
A Minute Poem for Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge based on the painting by Franz Marc entitled “In the Rain”, including the following word prompts: Rain, Red, Relentless, River, Regrets.

It’s Friday and raining, but a lovely day. I had a course of study that I needed to complete. Done and done. So on to today’s poetry form the Etheree. This poetry form consists of 10 lines of 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10 syllables. It can also be reversed, 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1 or written as a double, 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1 or a triple, etc. on to infinity. And that’s all there is to it! 🙂
Here’s my take on the Etheree and the rain…J
Rain,
cleansing,
refreshing,
life sustaining,
pitter pattering
heavy droplets descend
forming tiny dust craters,
infusing the parched earth below
the surface of barren fields with seed
soon to burst into verdant waves of green.
kat ~ 22 April 2016
For Jane Dougherty’s 25th Poetry Challenge…the Cinquain. <- Click to learn more, read other cinquain poems or enter your own!
photos
faded sepia
glimpses of past moments
sentimental reminiscence
specters
storm clouds
raging tempests
billowing blustering
then in a flash and a boom gone
rainbows
kat ~ 7 April 2016

It is subtly poignant,
the drip-dribble, pitter-pats
of fat rain droplets ‘midst
a hissing wind-blustered,
drenching downpour. A symphony
of soloists, some tinkling softly,
others plopping boisterously,
all playing a part in the wild
wet cacophony, lulling me
into meditative reflection…
People are a lot like raindrops,
don’t you think? Our deepest
longing, simply to be heard.
~ kat 26 September 2015