please forgive me for grumbling

Blame it on crazy. Stir-crazy to be exact. Frustration with impatience and foolishness. People disregarding common sense and science. Ugh. I have been writing. Blabbing, blubbering. I’m tired and sad and fearful for all of us. I hope we all make it out of this alive. I really do.

Stay safe please. Do what you can to keep others safe too. We’re all in this together. Please forgive me for grumbling a bit. This place is my therapy.

Quarantined

I’ve grown accustomed
to sheltering in
to rising with the sun
to working at home
to feeling safe
to solitude
I don’t miss normal
the daily commute
the traffic
the gossipers
the ass-kissers
the deadlines
the frenzy of urgency
and I wonder
if the new normal
becomes normal
will it get old?

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it was too much
too long, a burden,
especially when it was
others, not them or
anyone they knew, others
who were not here, there,
somewhere else, but
they were fools…when the
piper called they followed,
and danced and danced and
danced drunk on liberty never
realizing to the others they
disdained, the were others too

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I don’t venture far from home
these days, I live behind a mask
sadly, though I’m not alone,
some think this is too much to ask

never mind the rising toll
of people stricken mortally
sickening rage out of control
how dare we thwart their liberty

though I know that I shouldn’t judge
the recklessness of boorish fools
the sacrifice that they begrudge
could save a life, there’s no excuse

our lives have changed forevermore
we miss the normal that we knew
I think of how things were before
change might be good, I think, don’t you?

~kat


phases

evil comes in phases
like a cloud that streams
soft light while the storm
waits, gaining force

~kat


Magnetic Poetry – the Geek Kit


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 24 May 2020

It’s Memorial Day weekend in America. A time when we remember the sacrifice of those who gave their life in service to our country, specifically those who wore a uniform in military service. It is right and good that we do. That we set aside a day to remember, in gratefulness and awe, their sacrifice to protect the liberty and freedom, the right to pursue life and happiness, that we hold dear.

But I wonder, what is liberty and freedom in the days of Covid 19? What are our rights in this life of new normal? It’s not so much about rights, my rights, but rather what is right and good. I have been inspired these many weeks of sheltering in by a new army of selfless servants. The healthcare workers, the restauranteurs who cooked takeout, the grocery store workers, the mail carriers, delivery drivers, trash collectors, power company employees, the supply chain employees that kept essentials flowing and us, rolling in things like toilet paper…who knew that would be a thing? I wonder if the powers that be will designate a day in memory of these tireless heroes. Some gave their all…it is right that we do.

In the meantime, even as I remember our military heroes, I pause to honor these new heroes. I do it in small ways everyday…by thanking them, by being kind, and by wearing a mask when I am out to let them and others know that I care about keeping them safe. It’s the least I can do because freedom and liberty are not about my rights to pursue my own happiness to the exclusion of others. Freedom and liberty is not about my right to get a haircut, to have my nails done, to pack into corner pubs to have a drink, or to get in the face of others mask-less, spewing hatred and disdain, indignant that anyone would dare try to fence us in, to tell us what we can and cannot do. This is not freedom. Freedom and liberty only work when everyone is safe and well. Freedom is exemplified by those who gave their all, whether on distant shores in combat or on a very different battlefield in selfless care and concern for others. We’re not there yet. Sometimes I wonder if we will ever get there. But I know each of us can do our part. It’s what I choose to do. It’s the least I can do. I embrace my power to be kind, considerate, grateful, and in awe of the selfless heroes around me. What freedom! What liberty! What happiness!

Be safe and well my friends. Have a wonderful week!


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 24 May 2020

morning will be here before we know

air, cool misty, damp

into the empty

bare limbs brushing the clay

finding joy in quiet moments,

in the eye of the storm

~kat


A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.


like diamonds

thousands ache beneath
the shadow of death, but
some souls laid bare
in the eye of the storm
are like diamonds in the
mist, moved to love
in a symphony of light

~kat


Magnetic Poetry – Original Kit


dreamer

she was a dreamer
a devotee of the sacred
finding joy in quiet moments,
music in laughter, the goddess
in the sweetness of a bloom,
belonging in the sound of a heart
beat, she believed in love

~kat


Magnetic Poetry – The Love Kit


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