grace enough
there is grace
more than enough grace
to hold us
through the night
whether or not we believe
the dawn is coming
~kat
A Shadorma for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday Synonyms Only Challenge – Prompt Words: Imagine/Believe & Gratitude/Grace.
Shadorma
• 6 lines per stanza
• Per-line syllabic pattern = 3 / 5 / 3 / 3 / 7 / 5
• No restrictions on number of stanzas
• No rhyme scheme or prohibitions against rhyme
• No restrictions on title length
and the count continues…
there seems to be no end in sight
conspirators wait at the gate
provoked by lies, aroused by hate
sycophants brace for one last fight
while others try to do what’s right
we wait, we angst, we bite our nails,
holding our breath, we can’t exhale
but it will all be over soon
we’ll soon be rid of this buffoon
with any luck he’ll land in jail
the cold air is thin
naked tree limbs poke the sky
leaves fall letting go
~kat
For Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge – Prompt Word: EXHALE – C-Line Rhyme, combined with the Weekly Haiku Challenge – Prompt Words: COLD/FALL.
blooms from dust
weeds burst into seed
wintering beneath the dust
first to bloom come spring
what does it say about our soul
when half of us subscribe to hate
‘twas apathy led to this fate
spiraling down this rabbit hole
inhabited by greedy trolls
who prey upon us while we sleep
and fill our heads with lies and tweets
but half of us are wide awake
we’ll right what’s wrong, for all our sake,
that day when love takes to the streets
~kat
Ronovan’s Decima Poetry Challenge – Prompt word FATE – B Line Rhyme and Haiku Poetry Challenge – Prompt words DUST & WEED.
just breathe
I keep forgetting to breathe. The fear of dreadful unknowns fills my head. Though, not entirely unknown, having been ravaged by hate, unmanaged pandemics, misogyny, injustice, racism, bigotry, and a planet on fire for these last few horrible years, I am certain another four years of the same insanity would surely undo all that we hold decent and righteous and good. All of this hinging on a simple checkmark in a box, and on the outcome of a fragile, broken system. Not breathing seems a reasonable thing to do in times like these, though not very wise…
autumn’s reflection
ruddy treetops on blue glass
where swans drift slowly
barely forming waves, the air
still, cool as it fills my burning lungs
~kat
A TankaProse for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday Challenge inspired by the photo above by Trent McDonald and the prompt words Move (drift) and Make (forming).
dark days
darkness enshrouded
moon fading slowly to black
bodes fury at dawn
As if we needed more heartbreak…
two hundred thousand souls now gone
a stalwart prophetess moves on
now when there is so much at stake
with riots in the streets, earthquakes,
fires, floods, hurricanes…can’t look!
The year god looked away, forsook
our selfish prayers, our hateful ways,
our sins exposed on full display,
our end assured by hook or crook.
-kat
Combining Ronovan’s challenge today:
Haiku Challenge Words – Fury/Slow
Décima Challenge Word “Look” (c-line rhyme) – Rhyme Scheme: abbaaccddc/8 syllables per line.
like mercury colliding... 