Let Me Tell You Something (spoken version)

MY APOLOGY: I went on a bit of a rant last week and deleted myself from a boatload of accounts that were taking up too much mental-space. Soundcloud was one of these accounts and therefore, the below recording no longer exists. I am looking for an alternative and will post the spoken word piece as soon as I find it.

Thanks for reading!

Kat

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Let Me Tell You Something

A lot of us are liars,
telling tales long past our days
of being out of school.

We’re the quiet town criers
selling our souls
on every street corner.

You may think you know us,
but every word we say could be truth
or fiction.

Anyone who uses—
anyone who chooses
their words so carefully,
should arouse your suspicion.

And when the muse conspires
with us to summon up
some notions we want to disperse
(be it story, tale, or verse),
we must discern
if we even dare trust her.

Just because you follow
us in our addiction—think
you’ve got us sussed,
(maybe I’m the biggest liar—
or worse, someone else entirely).

Kathleen Mortensen © 2017

NaPoWriMo: Day ? Confessions of an inconsistent poet

So, this whole NaPoWriMo thing has gotten off to a bad start for me. With the start of the challenge coinciding with the Easter weekend, I have had little to no time to sit and really think about poetry or writing at all.

Both my husband and I are members of our church choir and Easter Weekend for us began last Wednesday with an all-or-nothing rehearsal. This was followed by singing at a mass on Thursday evening.

The weekend itself consisted of choral accompaniment to three services for the Triduum: Good Friday at 3:00 p.m., Easter Vigil on Saturday at 8:00 p.m. and Sunday morning at 11:00 a.m. Needless to say, we have sung more than our share of Alleluias.

All this is to tell that I may need some time to either catch up with the NaPoWriMo challenge, or jump in at this point. I’ll have to see.  I have not ruled out a graceful exit altogether, if the poetic muse has indeed left the building.

In the meantime, I have just about managed to keep things on an even keel over at “My Life In Runes”, so if you enjoy quirky haiku, high-tail it over there and check it out!

Thanks for reading, and a belated Happy Easter to all!

Kat

Poetry 24: My poem “Zoo Game”

Please visit Poetry 24 – a fantastic, well-reputed and established site where The News is The Muse!

This is my take on the tragic events in Zanesville, OH where exotic wild animals have been set free from a private zoo and the police are forced to kill the majority of them to protect local citizens.

ZOO GAME

Thanks for visiting!

Kat

Calling All Poets and Scribes! Poetikat’s Writing Prompt

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I’ve been trying to find another way of pricking my poetic muse into activity and I came up with this notion.  You will often see these exercises on blogs or social networks where you are asked to grab the nearest book, go to a certain page and reveal a certain line to your readers.  I would like to adapt this method to spur on the muse.  Please! Do join me.

1. Pick up the nearest book

2. Flip the pages (with eyes closed)

3. Stop the pages with your hand

4. Point anywhere on the page.

5. Read the word (or words)

6. Write about it. (Poetry, prose…you choose.)

7. Tell us which book it came from.

 

The following poem comes courtesy of Martha Grimes’s book, ‘The Old Wine Shades”. (If you keep tabs on my sidebar, you’ll notice that I am currently wading through it, since it’s not the best book I’ve ever read.)

The poem below is Grimes’s recompense for my time. The words were: grey stone

Grey Stone Wall

 

Go now, to the grey stone wall;

tug on the chink

and unsink the flood.

Follow the river that comes

from the hole;

follow, though it be

filled up with snakes.

You will toss

and spill your soul

into the swells

as slippery rocks

tumble

head over heel

with the rush

and roar.

Soon ( you’ll be moving

so fast)

you will reach

the delta

where all your dreams

will be wide-spread—

or side-swiped.

Choose wisely

the stream;

go with the flow,

but never fail

to look back

from whence you came—

the grey stone wall.

 

Kat Mortensen©2010 
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Participants in Poetikat’s Prompt:

Ann@ Ann’s Reading Corner