
tower oriel
offering but a glimpse inside
captive souls her keep
~kat
For TJ’s Household Haiku Challenge, prompt words, window (oriel) and heart (soul), inspired by TJ’s photo above.

tower oriel
offering but a glimpse inside
captive souls her keep
~kat
For TJ’s Household Haiku Challenge, prompt words, window (oriel) and heart (soul), inspired by TJ’s photo above.
9 Comments | tags: Challenge, Haiku, heart, oriel, Photo Prompt, Poetry, soul, tjs household haiku challenge, window, word prompt | posted in Challenges and Writing Prompts, Haiku, Poetry
Soul Sighting
my breath lingers
surrounding me in a
cool cloud of icy air…
for a magic moment
it is like looking
at my soul
kat – 30 January 2017
(Magnetic Poetry – Poet Kit)
14 Comments | tags: breath, digital art, Magnetic Poetry, soul | posted in Digital Art & Photos, Magnetic Poetry, Poetry

“Just tell me Doc. After all we’ve been through, I can take it.”
“I’m so sorry America. We thought the cancer was in remission, but I’m afraid it is back and it appears to have metastasized.”
“What does that mean? Is there anything we can do?”
“Well America, it’s very serious. I can’t know for certain until we do more tests, but your symptoms of late indicate that the cancer is affecting your brain. Your ability to reason will continue to fade. You will cease to remember lessons from the past. It is very likely that you will begin to hallucinate…to see things things that aren’t there, to believe things that aren’t true. Left untreated, it is quite possible that you may resort to violent outbursts, especially when you feel threatened by others that don’t see what you’re seeing or believe what you’ve come to believe. You might even lash out at those who love you most. You will be overcome by irrational fear causing you to isolate yourself more and more.”
“Oh Doc, is there nothing we can do? We beat this thing once, or at least we thought we did. This time seems so much worse than the last time.’
“Well America, there is one course we can try. It’s experimental and controversial but I can assure you that if we take aggressive action now we might at least save your soul.”
“My soul?”
“Yes America, it has come to that.”
“Well do it Doc. Whatever it takes. What’s next?”
“We must be swift, decisive and focused, but I do believe there is hope. The treatment involves your heart, America. It needs to be opened up completely, softened and allowed to bleed out.”
“That sounds too extreme. Won’t that kill me?”
“No America. It’s the only way to remove the cancer. Do you trust me?”
“And if we don’t do this, how long do I have?”
“Less than a month America. I’m afraid if we don’t treat this aggressively now, you will lose the battle this time.”
“Okay Doc…I need to think about it. I’ll get back to you, okay?”
(America never returned to the clinic. Eventually he lost feeling in half of his body. Just as the doctor had predicted, America started to suffer violent outbursts, shunning anyone who tried to convince him to get help, to see what he was doing to himself. Ultimately, he even rejected those who loved him, growing more fearful and isolated as the end grew near. In the final stages his heart grew harder and harder until it just stopped beating. It was a terrible death. A regrettable, senseless death that could have been avoided. But it was America’s choice ultimately. May he…may we Rest In Peace.)
kat ~ 16 October 2016
11 Comments | tags: ama, america, heart, mind, rip, soul | posted in Essays, Life Lessons, Random Thoughts and Musings, Social Issues, Spirituality
Once again the
mothers weep and
hide their children
safe to keep, as
talking heads, their
blood lust slaking,
vomit spin to
boost their ratings.
Lines are drawn and
trenches dredged as
pols fight for the
winning edge, and
fear and loathing set
the stage for
wayward zealots
venting rage.
We pride
ourselves as
civilized and
judge the
stranger with
our eyes, but
souls reside where
we can’t see, the
other’s not our
enemy. Remember
when you seek to
blame, under the
skin we are
the same.
kat ~ 12 June 2016
10 Comments | tags: #poetsforpeace, blame, lament, Poetry, soul, tragedy | posted in Digital Art & Photos, Poetry, Social Issues, Spirituality


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