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Blame the Muse

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“Use what talents you possess…The woods would be very silent if no birds sang except those who sung best.” Henry Van Dyke

poets weave
twenty-six letters
into thoughts
impressions
words to inspire, to move
and then blame the muse

~kat

A Shadorma (3/5/3/3/7/5) for Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie’s Sunday Writing Prompt inspired by the Henry Van Dyke quote and collage above.


Inescapable

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Inescapable

a dose of
fetish, soul scathing
darkness, charred
ends, shadows
in the cellar…forgotten
people…vile truth

~kat

Plucked a few titles to pen this shadorma (3/5/3/3/7/5) for Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt. Here is the list of possibilities in case you want to give it a go:

The Vile Truth

Shadows in the Cellar

Frozen Filaments

Inescapable: A Mind without Doors

Soul Scathing Darkness

Wrath of the Dryads

A Dose of Fetish

The Forgotten People

Charred Ends

1983


The Anniversary

the anniversary

house of bones
where all lies broken,
whispering
walls of pride,
insatiable, jagged sound
of doubt gone missing

~kat

A Shadorma (3/5/3/3/7/5) for MindLoveMisery’sMenagerie Sunday Writing Prompt based on the following titles:
The Old Sawmill
Insatiable Doubt
The Missing Eye
House of Bones
Zombie Apocalypse Take 2
The Jagged Piece
All That Lies Broken
Whispers in the Wall
The Sound of Pride
The Anniversary


Nightmares

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Photo by Stray_Pic and Pixabay.com

“Try to imagine what it will be like to go to sleep and never wake up… now try to imagine what it was like to wake up having never gone to sleep.” – Alan Watts

upside down,
gravity immune,
gaslit dreams
are nightmares
that becomes more horrible
when people wake up

~kat

A Shadorma (3/5/3/3/7/5) for  MindLoveMisery’sMenagerie Sunday Writing Challenge: to write a poem based on an Alan Watt’s quote. (see above)


First Light


‘Once more the storm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My child sleeps on.’
—W.B. Yeats

First Light

rememb’ring
when first I met you
deep dark eyes
sweet milk breath
a glimpse of eternity
bundled in bunting

~kat

A Shadorma (3/5/3/3/7/5) for Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-Seven. Today’s quote, is the opening to Yeats’ lovely poem, “A Prayer for my Daughter’.


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