At first I wasn’t sure about this week’s ReVerse. I collected the lines last night and had a quick read through. “What a jumbled mess,” I thought, putting it and myself to bed for the night.
But this morning after sleeping on it? Well, this morning this jumbled mess is actually growing on me because of what it makes me feel.
Did you ever see the film, “What Dreams May Come”? That’s the best way I can explain it. This week’s reVerse feels like bright, bleeding watercolors wrapping around me, swallowing me.
“Um, okay,” I imagine you thinking. “Get the girl some coffee.”
It’s okay if you don’t feel it too. It’s just words. A reflection of a week that was. A jumbled mess of random lines that were never meant to be a separate poem. There will be more poems next week, more words to jumble through. Life is like that, I’m thinking. Sometimes it’s a blur. And other times you manage to stop long enough feel it. This morning is one of those other times.
Have a great jumbled mess of a week! ❤️
Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 6 May 2018
perched above happily,
they cannot be moved
we creatures of habit need sunlight to thrive
today is bittersweet…
there’s a calming hush
‘twas the talk of the town
a finder’s keep
I wonder what you’re thinking
poor worm dangling, sacrificed
I could be wrong
crisis to crisis, teetering on red
harmless to humans
my sleeve bleeds thoughts, words
sith it is the fourth
how many ways
like a rose losing
forget, that they snap
the light underbellies of tree leaves
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.