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I Am…

I am a writer
my tools are letters,
twenty-six in all,
punctuation marks,
exclamation
points, question
marks, commas,
colons, periods,
semi colons, etc, etc.
nouns, verbs,
adjectives that
define my passion
I am a writer
a tree is not merely
a tree to me, it is
a living example
of resilience, rooted
deep, teaching me
to bend, to reach,
to let go, pulp
for pages to write
upon, teaching
me about grace,
because
I am a writer
words matter, their
placement on blank
pages and digital
screens, each meter
rhythm, alliteration,
refrain and rhyme are
deliberately placed
keystroke after
keystroke, poetry,
flash, prose…
note to self…
I am a writer

~kat

For Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt: “Inspiration Talk”


an empty nester’s CHARADE – A Cleave Poem

For Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing prompt: “From one place to another – A argument that goes back and forward.”

Today’s challenge is the perfect setting for a cleave poem. you know the rules: read the FIRST COLUMN FIRST, then the second, then ALL THE / way across.


an empty nester’s CHARADE

I AM FIERCE / i am terrified
AN INDEPENDENT WOMAN / of dying alone
I DON’T NEED ANYONE / that you will forget
I AM A SURVIVOR / i existed
LIFE’S CHALLENGES / most importantly
I’VE OVERCOME EACH ONE / i am afraid
I’M A WINNER / you don’t believe
I’M MAKING A MARK / you were the best part
LEAVING A LEGACY / the biggest thing i ever did
FOR FUTURE GENERATIONS / i have loved you fiercely
REMEMBER ME / more than life itself

~kat


Dear John

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Photo by Steve Shreve via unsplash

Dear John,
I know, I know, your name is not John, but just go with it, okay? (sigh)

Dear John,
I don’t think I can remember a time when you weren’t there. You helped me through the terrible two’s, riding a bike without training wheels for the first time, losing my front teeth, school, braces, bullies, exams, dating. Good times. But John…I know. You never really had a name, did you? Friend, maybe. You’ve been a good friend, but you must’ve noticed, people are starting to talk about me talking to you. I’m getting married soon, and my fiancé? You know the one. You creep them out. Having you around just complicates things. You understand.

I’ll always remember you though. I need you to know, that I know that you were never imaginary, like they say you are, not to me. Not ever to me. I hope we can still be friends, but I need you to go now to wherever it is friends like you go when kids like me grow up. Believe me it’s better this way. At least that’s what my therapist tells me.

~kat

For Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt: Break Ups.


genius


Genius

i see things
things no one else can see
and i hear voices, audible, clear
as clear as i am speaking to you this moment
‘they have medication,’ you whisper
to silence the voices.’
if you knew
what it is like to be
just a tad twisted, you’d want it too
this superpower…to plunge into the abyss
to emerge free, illuminated
having slept with the muse
her kisses
sweet as honey, boiling
singeing you from your core to your skin
through your veins, from beating heart, excruciating,
electricity’s spark pulsating
to finger tips, burning
write it down
it takes madness, a touch,
to see the world as I do…listen
can you hear the rose petals laughing, leaves trembling?
oh, nothing compares to lunacy
keep your medication
leave me be.

~kat

A Triquain Swirl (3-6-9-12-9-6-3-6-…etc) for Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt: This week’s focus is super powers.


Purple Tide

Purple Tide (A Splash of Red With a Hint of Blue)

crimson is my name | in shades of ethereal blue
but you can call me red | find me lost in heady tomes
fiery passion is my game | reflecting on absolute truths
i charge full force ahead | i call the universe my home
though some may think me | curious…it is key
impetuous and moody | the thing that gives life meaning
i plot my course instinctually | analyzing what i see
you’ll never find me brooding | digging deeper, dreaming
i trust my heart | life’s a journey after all
rush toward the flame | embrace it like a fool
crimson is my name | in shades of ethereal blue

~kat

A Cleave Poem (to be read in 3 parts: 1st column/2nd column/straight across) seemed apropos given my affinity for two of the “tides” described in this week’s prompt for MindLoveMiserysMenagerie Sunday Writing Prompt. I gravitated toward the colors red and blue…making me purple, of course. Read about the other colors HERE. Red and blue is described below.

Blue represents wisdom, insight, and enlightenment. It is the tide most often associated with philosophers and mystics but it can also represent the madmanmadwoman. This tide basically applies to anyone who seeks truth and to expand the mind and spirit. If you feel that the meaning of life is growthevolution/enlightenment you might be blue! Some possible adjectives: wise, insightful, curious, open-minded, cerebral, bookish, logical, analytical, reflective, deep.

Red represents passion, emotion, and pathos and is often associated with artists of various types, revolutionaries, and zealots. People with a red tide strive to live life to the fullest and to follow their heart wherever it may lead, for better or worse. Some possible adjectives: erratic, feisty, petulant, creative, impetuous, moody, passionate, instinctive, exciting.

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/03/25/sunday-writing-prompt-the-tides/


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