make peace with those
who do not see how
broken they are
their ferocious growling
gives voice to their
dark hearts, naked and
bleeding, in need
of healing
kat ~ 8 August 2016
Monthly Archives: August 2016
Magnetic Poetry Monday
Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 7 August 2016
Happy Sunday! It has been a most eventful week. We welcomed my beautiful granddaughter Bexley into the world. Honestly, my cup runneth over!
I managed to get caught up on most of my favorite writing challenges. Even on a very limited amount of sleep. But it is all worth it of course. Bexley is perfect!
Today’s Shi Sai speaks for itself. It’s slightly odd, but in a weird way it makes sense…sort of. Maybe I need more sleep! But first I have baby duty. I am blessed to have the next week to get lots of baby time while I help my daughter.
Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 7 August 2016
I wish you had called before coming
retracing his steps would be key
like a thousand diamonds
I will be a bit scarce this week.
an angel sent from heaven in disguise
midst dawn’s flushed…hush
a trio of fury
deeply rooted in love
likeness mirroring likeness
my head just exploded!
a thank you is commonly uttered by the receiving party at this point
the fearful build walls~kat
The Shi Sai, (formerly known as a ReVerse) is a form created by Kat Myrman in April 2016. It is a poem created by taking one line of verse from several poems of an author’s own collection. The shi sai is done as a review of a series or collection of poems and therefore, each line should flow in chronological order of the dates the poems were written (from oldest to new). The lines chosen should be the author’s favorite from each poem. This form works best if the author resists the temptation to read the full new poem before all the verses have been added. (It helps one to resist the impulse to change a line to make it “fit”.
Cosmopolis – Friday’s Word Of The Day Haiku
I’m a day late to Friday’s Word of the Day Haiku party. But I love This week’s word on Dictionary.com: “cosmopolis”. It’s a Greek word that originated in the mid 19th century: kosmos ‘world’ + polis ‘city’.
Initially I thought it odd that the word cosmopolis originated relatively late in history, but the more I considered the meaning of the word, “an internationally important city inhabited by many different peoples reflecting a great varietyof cultures, attitudes, etc.” the more it made sense. Our modern age thrives because of the fluidity of our borders and the ease of global travel, making a true cosmopolis much more likely.
When I think of an example of a cosmopolis, I think of New York City and Liberty holding her torch high, our sentry at the gate, who welcomes those who seek democracy and freedom.
Some politicians would like to build a wall at our borders sequestering the U. S. from the rest of the world, but that is not who we are. May Liberty’s torch always burn bright at the gate of this great melting pot. Our diversity makes us stronger!
The following sonnet by Emma Lazarus is inscribed on a plaque at the statue of Libery:
New Colossus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
The fearful build walls
cosmopolis’ Liberty
shines her light for all.kat – 6 August 2016
Seasoning – Part 5
Vincent Van Gogh’s Avenue of Poplars
“I will Henry. You know I will.” Helen clucked while lifting her teacup from the saucer to blow the dust off. “Your situation has gotten entirely out of hand Henry. I know that if she were here…”
“Don’t you dare speak her name! You can’t possibly know what she would have wanted. What she wanted, what I wanted, what we both wanted was a long happy life together!”
“I don’t mean to be insensitive Henry…”
“Yes you do Helen! I told you, suit yourself. I’m finished.” Henry stood up to leave the room.
“Well Henry you should know I’ve made arrangements to employ a housekeeper. She’s coming today and starts her duties on Monday. I do expect you to be cordial. She will be staying in the guest wing. I understand that she not only cooks and cleans, but also has an affinity for gardening. By the looks of things out back, she will have her hands full.”
Henry stood motionless.
“A thank you is commonly uttered by the receiving party at this point. Honestly Henry you are a bloody mess. My visit did not come a minute too soon. By the way, I’m staying as well, until Hannah, that’s her name, gets things running smoothly.”
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Across town Hannah swept her long brown hair into a twist on the top of her head. Her bags had been sent ahead to her new assignment.
She had spoken briefly with Helen who explained that she would be working for her brother Henry, a widower, providing cleaning and cooking as well as tending to the garden.
Gardening was Hannah’s first love. She grew up on the grounds of the Waverly Estate in a quaint server’s cottage with her parents. Her mother ran all of the household affairs and her father kept the grounds. She learned housekeeping from her mother and dutifully assisted her when she was old enough, but it was in the garden with her father that she discovered her true calling.
This, her first solo charge, was a dream come true! She donned her overcoat, kissed her parents goodbye, and headed through the towering poplar trees along the driveway to the street where a taxi waited.
This is installment number 5 of a continuing series for Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge. Read previous parts HERE.
How Many Cherries…
Johnny and three friends, Tom, Julia and Matthew went to the cherry grove on Tuesday.
If they left Julia’s house for the cherry grove at 2:15 pm, driving 50 miles at 70 miles per hour, in a vintage VW van with daisies and peace signs painted on the frame, how high would the cherries need to be to be too high in the trees for Johnny and his cherry-picking friends to pick?
Solution: My head just exploded!
kat ~ 6 August 2016
For some reason when I saw this photo I thought of those insane word problems in math class. There is a reason I am an artist! You lost me at Johnny and three friends! This Three Line Tale is for Sonya at Only 100 Words based on this photo by Inma Ibáñez.
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