Battlefield
Today, in the battlefield’s forest, Manassas gave us gifts: a stream for our dog to swim in, a wooden bridge […]
Crave
Crave is a five letter word, same as power. The world knows no peace. -Katherine Gotthardt Praying for peace.
Four Haiku from Twitter Writing Prompts
Four more Haiku forms from writing prompts on Twitter. The first three were written with Ukraine in mind. Praying for
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Four Short Spring Poems
These are short pieces (mostly forms of Haiku) posted on Twitter. They are based on one-word writing prompts. Inexplicably, the
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Sunset’s Craving
Claiming all that passed, sunset craves the day. Silly. Nobody owns poetry. -Katherine Gotthardt Banner art by Andrew Gotthardt
Cave
Cold closes its jaws on sunlight, thin remains of air. That brutal beauty of headstrong hope. -Katherine Gotthardt
Cherry Tree
Nighttime cherry tree, impending windstorm. Pang of letting go. -Katherine Gotthardt Painting by Andrew Gotthardt
Burden
Bearing the burden of all the right things, honesty’s fragile fingers. -Katherine Gotthardt Photo by Benjamin Ranger on Unsplash
Growing In
Age grow in at the edges, each experience white, baby-fine. Try not to judge these wispy years while we become
Bedside
Bedside, I hold your plump hand, cold, white thread of foam sewing your lips shut, as if you disapprove of
Placid Bay
for my mother-in-law on the morning of her passing These leaves, white with winter, and those frozen, spiky cones, then,
Comparison
My paltry decades of living and I cannot understand how mountains bear their memories. -Katherine Gotthardt
ReBirth
And there, amidst the mange, a tranquil tuft of growth, baby-haired, white. The whole world hummed, as if it, too,
History of the World
In latter days, the solar- scorched world proved heavy- handed, callous palms swiping back. Retribution. -Katherine Gotthardt
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