I look forward to this little exercise of looking back each week. Though I write each day with no thought of this grand summary at week’s end, I am always amazed by the result.
Some might say that looking back has no real value in the present; that it detracts from living in the moment. But I believe gleaning the brightest and best moments to cherish in the present moment bolsters positivity and affirms what we should already know, but too easily forget.
I can sense you wondering right now, “What do we forget?” See how easily that happens? You know what it is, but the weight of this given moment gnaws at you. “What might someone think if I blurted it out; that thing I know?” Self-talk will derail any good thing if you listen too closely to it.
I don’t know why I am so surprised by these weekly masterpieces; these patchworks of taken-out-of-context lines that I call ReVerses.
But I should expect them to be magnificent, because they are a reflection of my soul. Because life is a miracle…and I am alive…therefore I am a miracle. By the way…you are too…a living, breathing, walking, miracle that begets miracles just because.
Have you forgotten? Please don’t.
Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 11 February 2018
floating down, down, down
she’s wearing diamonds tonight
wintering in rouge chiffon
it is passion’s rage
flushing … face crimson red…
they claimed their prize…
velvety, dark, steamy…
the edge of lunacy teetering on a swiveling, ergonomic chair on wheels
the grated abyss has devoured it
be that as it may
buzzards prowl, circling
you can’t be serious
unless it’s your life
skin tingled from the heat
so many stories left to tell
raindrops on pavement
A ReVerse poem 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.