Monthly Archives: December 2016

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 11 December 2016

This week’s Shi Sai is growing on me. For several weeks now, many of us have reeled from the incomprehensible aftermath of our failed Democracy. Yes failed. There are no winners. We are all losers. And with each passing day the lunacy of it all spirals faster and faster, boggling our minds. To think that an angry, easily duped minority put us where we are is just plain crazy!

And yet this is our reality now. A parallel universe where rewards are presented to the highest bidder, where those who object are vilified, where truth does not matter, where opinion is the only thing that drives our conscience, where facts are inconveniences to be twittered away, where lies are embraced and repeated until they become mantras for the deplorables among us…the racists, misogynists, nationalists, white supremists and evangelicals, where the incoming leader of the free world is less interested in governing and more concerned with how his newfound title will affect the bottom line of his brand, where laws and the constitution don’t matter, where privilege has finally reaped its ultimate goal…world domination.

Sounds like a nightmare doesn’t it? For a majority of us, it is. It’s like some bad dream we can’t wake up from. And yet…and yet…for those of us who are most definitely awake, this is no time to curl into fetal positions, hide under blankets and hope for the best. We’ve been here before after all, and our forbearers fought for those of us who would come after. They believed in us and the future, saw that glimmer of hope at the end of the tunnel, dreamed beautiful dreams and marched through their collective valleys of shadows united, not in misery, but in love and unity of purpose, dressed in a peace that confounds understanding…yes, in peace.

How can we aspire to anything less than? When the dust settles and we are faced with the reality of what we have inflicted upon ourselves, yes all of us, for none are innocent, what will our response be?

In a perfect world faced with seemingly insurmountable challenges, our response must be to remember who we are, to do justice, to have compassion and mercy, to love, to forgive, to walk humbly, to be the change.

This is why this week’s Shi Sai is growing on me. It’s a clarion call rising from the depth of my soul, nudging me out of hiding, into the light. I know what I must do, I’ve always known. And even if I can’t trust anything around me, even if I can’t believe what I am seeing in the present, I can hope in the future and trust my intuition. I know what I need to do and be. It’s simple. It’s four letters that mean everything…L…O…V…E.

Peace and love to you. Remember who YOU are and listen to your heart. It knows the way forward. ❤️

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 11 December 2016

A woman’s heart remembers things
should I tell them I know?
when someone plays on my trust
proof they’re not well (b)read
behind our locked doors and walls
memories in shades of gray
a great victory the unraveling,
she is everywhere
it’s the cock’s clarion call
and crying babies
to rouse those who sleep
following
my intuition
always gives
me peace.

~kat

The Shi Sai (formerly known as a ReVerse) is a new form I came up with during Poetry Month in April 2016. I’ve actually been writing shu sai for years but was inspired to give it a proper name. 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”.


Magnetic Poetry Saturday – 10 December 2016

For Elusive Trope’s Magnetic Poetry Saturday Challenge.


Intuition

following
my intuition
always gives
me peace

kat – 10 December 2016


Clarion – Friday’s Word Of The Day Haiku – 9 December 2016


Happy Friday! Today’s word of the day on Dictionary.com is Clarion. It is defined as a1. Clear and shrill: the clarion call of a battle trumpet, and 2. An ancient trumpet with a curved shape.

It is when the one gets into the origin of the word that things get interesting…

Origin of clarion

The etymology of clarion is clear and simple. Spellings of the equivalent term in Old French include clarain,clarin, claron, clairon, clarine. The diminutive noun in French formed from clarine is clarinette, meaning“clarinet.” Clarion entered English in the late 1300s,clarinette in the late 1700s.

But I think my favorite reference to the word is in its application in a quote by Jane Goodall:

“This book is a clarion call to rouse such people fromspineless acceptance of the status quo. I cannotstress strongly enough that every individual makes a difference.”
Jane Goodall, with Gary McAvoy and Gail Hudson, Harvest for Hope, 2005

Inspired by Ms. Goodall’s words, I give you a few Haiku. Have a great weekend! 😊

Clarion – A Haiku Study

those who are awake
shriek a clarion warning
to rouse those who sleep

clarion crooners
sooth the rage of common beasts
and crying babies

it’s not the sunrise
it’s the cock’s clarion call 
that rallies the dawn

kat ~ 9 December 2016


Seasoning – Part 20


Painting by Carl Vilhelm Holsoe – in the dining room

Seasoning – Part 20

“I just realized how hungry I am,” Hannah giggled. She sat down and took a bite of stew, and another. 

Henry laughed as he too sat down and helped himself to more food. “Tell me about you, Hannah, your family. These past few days you’ve felt so familiar but I realize I hardly know you.”

Hannah swallowed and dabbed her mouth with a napkin. “Well, there’s not much to know. This is my first housekeeping position. Until now I have lived with my parents at the Waverly Estate.”

“How long has your family lived at Waverly? Do you have any brothers or sisters?”

“I’ve been at Waverly my whole life. Well, until now,” she grinned. “My parents met there. And no, it’s just me. My Father shared his love of gardening with me…”

“So that’s where you get it. I wondered.”

“Yes. And my mother taught me everything there is to know about managing a household. I started to cook as soon as I could hold a spoon.”

Henry took another bite, “She taught you well! I would like to meet them one day.” 

“You’d love them I think. Everyone does,” Hannah beamed, “but enough about me. I’ve been noticing the family photos on the mantle. I recognized you and Helen, but there were two other children; your brother and sister?”

“Yes,” Henry smiled, “I’m the youngest, and Helen is the oldest. And then there’s Laurel and Samuel, or Sammy as we called him. Laurel is a teacher and Sammy, well,” Henry saddened, “Sammy died the year after Alice and I married.” 

Henry paused. “Alice,” he thought, “in all the excitement this week, I haven’t thought of her. Not once…” 

Hannah felt helpless as the silence grew, “I’m so sorry Henry.” She reached toward his hand but he pulled away fumbling for his napkin.

“Thank you Hannah. Sammy had been sick for some time. We, Alice and I, moved here to help him. She was a nurse. Alice was…” Henry drifted, “she was wonderful with him.” He forced a smile, “Well, I’ve bored you enough. It’s getting late. Can I help you clear the table?”

“No Henry, I’ll have this cleaned up in no time.” The aroma of peach cobbler wafted from the kitchen. “Oh, I almost forgot. Would you like some dessert? Marjorie brought us peach preserves.”

“Thank you Hannah,” Henry stood up and kissed her on the cheek, “but no dessert for me. It smells wonderful and dinner was delicious,” he sighed, “but I think I’ll turn in for the night. Are you sure I can’t help you?”

“You go along Henry. I’ll see you in the morning?” Hannah’s heart sank. He left the room without answering. 

After cleaning the kitchen Hannah returned to her quarters. Her mind was a jumble. Had she said too much? Maybe she shouldn’t have pressed him about the family portrait. Watching his mood plummet stirred up every doubt and insecurity she had.

“Remember Hannah,” she whispered to herself, “you are here to do a job. You’re the housekeeper. This is not your home. It’s her home. She is everywhere. Most of all, it is quite clear that she consumes his memories. No woman, not even you, can compete with a ghost.” Hannah pressed her face into her pillow and cried herself to sleep.

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Installment #20 of Seasoning, a fiction series inspired by Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge. To read previous chapters click HERE


two sides to every winner…and loser

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It’s a new day          so it begins
a great victory          the unraveling,
for the forgotten          rejection of
rust belt
          ideals of justice and freedom by those
patriots          who fear assimilation,
who look back          who build walls
obsessed          against those who are other
with a time when          those who are different
everyone knew their place,          as protective measures
when no one challenged          stoked by fear
the status quo          established by the powerful elite

kat ~ 8 December 2016
(a Cleave Poem – A Cleave poem is a “Three in One” poem. Read the first column top to bottom as one poem, the second column top to bottom as separate poem and across both lines top to bottom for a third poem.)