Entangled Encounter (2020 Re-post)


Connected through space
Known in another life
Wearing an unknown face
Recognition cuts like a knife

Known in another life
Near enough to soul-mark place
Wearing an unknown face
Marching to the same fife

Near enough to soul-mark place
Spooky entanglement from someplace
Marching to the same fife
Reborn from afterlife

Spooky entanglement from someplace
Connected through space
Reborn from afterlife
Wearing an unknown face

© REDCAT


Re-post comment:

Tonight’s wander through the archives yielded one of the first Pantoums I wrote.
Since then it has become one of my favorite forms.

Enjoy!



Image credits:

Schrödiger’s grave: Grave of physicist Erwin Schrödinger in Alpbach, Tyrol via Wikimedia
Tree, water, moon image: Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com
Red ball with purple aura: Photo by Fractal Hassan on Unsplash


Written in the book of dust (2020 Re-post)

© RedCat

Written in the book of dust
Between worlds
In the midnight days
The wind on the moon
Prophecy good omens
Stardust from the bones of the Moon
Fall over smoke and mirrors
The garden of shadows
Where seekers await
The lovedeath-rebirth
Of goddess initiation

© RedCat

Photo by Guilherme Rossi on Pexels.com

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As I sit here wondering what books I’ll be required to read this year. And what stories I’ll be privileged to read in the text critique groups. I suddenly remembered it time for Wandering the Archives Wednesday. So I choose this poem made up of book titels.

Enjoy!



I’ve done this with song titles before, but not with book titels. Equally fun and tricky.

Posted as response to Finding poems in bookshelves at dVerse.



GloPoWriMo 2020

DAY 1 – Build a New Start
DAY 2 – Beloved Bookstore
DAY 3 – Sunshine and Hail
DAY 4 – Isolation Dating
DAY 5 –Staring out a Windowpane
DAY 6 – Casanova Comes Closer
DAY 7 – Swirling Colors of my Mind
DAY 8 – White – Red – Black
DAY 9 – Different World After
DAY 10 – Spring Hay(na)ku
DAY 11 – Love – Hay(na)ku
DAY 12 – Make Art – Triolet inspired
by Neil Gaiman and Chris Riddell
DAY 13 – What did you think would happen
to a child left on my doorstep?
DAY 14 – Ballad of the Lost Poet
DAY 15 – Writer’s class – Hay(na)ku
DAY 16 – What is a Nomad without a Tribe?
DAY 17 – Pale Spring, Here Again, Nature Awake
DAY 18 – Spring Day in the Garden
DAY 19 – Close Couplets
DAY 20 – Lost in Love’s First Flush
DAY 21 – She Tasted Like Memory
DAY 22 – Struggling Mind
DAY 23 – Written in the book of dust
DAY 24 – At the end of every week, Friday-Cozy!
DAY 25 – Slip, Crack, Shatter
DAY 26 – Humans Really Don’t Know
DAY 27 – April Rain
DAY 28 – Greeting the Watch Horse
DAY 29 – Letter of Hope
DAY 30 – Witches Walpurgis Night Preparation


Human Missconceptions (2020 Re-post)

Art by helldivo at DeviantArt 

We see trees to fell

We fail to hear the stories a forest can tell

Timber to count

Of life giving life, until we come Gaia’s fount

Land to clear

Rebirth and renewal every year

Fields to sow

How nature nothing away throws

We see nature as something to tame

Our beloved planet will never be the same

We must learn, or live in man made hell
Teach each other to hard challenges surmount
Learn to hold our only planet dear
Accept that to some laws of nature we must bow
Because if Earth dies beneath our feet, we only got ourselves to blame

© RedCat


Re-post comment:

Nearly a year on I wish I could say we have taken strides to change our behavior. To remind us all this becomes this week’s archive poem.

In The Anthropocene Hymnal we share poetry about our slow sleepwalk into Armageddon.



Inspiered by the beautiful artwork shared by The Sunday Muse.

Also posted to Writers’ Pantry #34 at Poets and Storytellers United.

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Solitude and I (2020 Re-post)

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

Abandoned and abused, I grew to fear you
But in truth, I where reared by you

Bullied as other, ostracized by my peers
Alone with daily jeers, leers and snears
Childhood and adolescence, year after year
Branding me as strange and queer

Yours the only company to keep me near
Convincing me I’m a mere shadow
Not really alive, not supposed to be here

Developed intimate knowledge of all your tiers
As loneliness you have tooth and claws that tear
Lead chains that trust steer
Forged by every untruth spear
Betrayal heart and soul sear
Invisible barriers separating, from those you hold dear

Dark lonely nights your visits I fear
Haunted hours filled with tears
Leaving me hollow and sheer
As pale dawn washes the heavens clear

After becoming a mother, I’ve started to befriend you, we’re
Old pals, whatever the history, that’s clear
Nowadays I even hold our moments dear
Filled with new knowledge, hope and trust
I’ll never again from my own side veer

All that I seek
I can find within my own heart soul sphere

© REDCAT

Photo by James Wheeler on Pexels.com

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Loneliness has been much on my mind and in my feelings the last couple of weeks. Both the kind is need and seek. And the kind that can make me feel wholly alone in a room full of people.

So this poem is this week’s archive find.

Enjoy!



This piece where not something I wished to write, but perhaps needed to write, as whatever I thought about the subject solitude – that I express both it and loneliness quite often – got drowned out by this piece rhymes running in loops in my mind.

In the prompt Björn writes;
In today’s situation of social distancing, we all have taken a crash course in loneliness, and when learning to cope. Today I would like you to write about your own experience with how you find strength in solitude or how you still struggle with loneliness.


Friendship – Hay(na)ku (2020 Re-post)

Photo by P C on Pexels.com

Awake
Not asleep
Company you keep

Talk
Worry sharing
Hand hold caring

Steadfast
Strong pillar
Repels depressive killer

Forthright
Honest, straight
Restoring lost faith

Accepting
Big, small
Trauma scarred all

Trust
Freely given
True heart living

Friendship
Fortifying presence
Find my essence

Strength
Along way
Even when astray

Safe
To be
Realize all me

© REDCAT

Photo by Bakr Magrabi on Pexels.com

Re-post comment:

Another Hay(na)ku for this week’s Wandering the Archives Wednesday.

Enjoy!


Ode to a dancer (2019 Re-post)

©REDCAT

Your movement is mesmerizing enchanting
Your body radiating exuberance
Your eyes sparkle with joy
Sharing the bliss of dance with us all

Teaching how to be in the moment of movement
A guiding star to follow
All these words and more I would pen for you
As many as it takes to show my gratitude

After all, the smile on your face, the energy you give
Have led me back to a path thought lost
Rekindled a passion smothered
Showed that honing your skill will always pay off

I thank the fates for putting you in my life

In gusting autumn winds
bare bowers sway like
arms of dancers.

© RedCat

Alonso Reyes on Unsplash

Re-post comment:

Sitting on a bus on my way to a two hours dance workshop for the dancer who inspired this post. It felt natural that this was this week’s archive find.

This is my first try at a Haibun. And had I only formatted it differently and used interpunktion it could have been. Instead it’s a poem followed by a Haiku. And I decided to leave it like that.


Nathan DeFiesta on Unsplash

Written for dVerse. First time trying this format. Hope it’s mostly right… Written on the fly, will fix formatting later.


Midsummer Poppies (2020 Re-post)

© RedCat

When dusk is night long
Lasting until dawn
Poppies vibrant song
Siren fey dreams spawn

Thrumming in the veins
Passion’s deep well
Growing like the grains
By hypnotic smell

Hear Midsummer’s call
Wonders fill your heart
Feel the fire of Sol
Drink her heedy quart

Frolic and feel joy
Bathe in love’s red lust
Freedom life buoy
By starlight souls trust

Bask in Everglow
Caressed by the breeze
Rest content below
Midsummer poppies

© REDCAT

© RedCat

Re-post comment:

Midsummer is drawing nearer each day. So it felt fitting to share this poem for tonight’s Wandering the Archives Wednesday.


Nights are magical right now. The light is otherworldly. Flowers shine with their own light and lend a seducing perfume to the air.

Read more about the Goddess Sól (Norse Mythology) on Wikipedia.


Photo by Freddie Ramm on Pexels.com

Also linking to Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge at Go Dog Go Café.


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