dream of a day
we give voice to flowers
and truly listen to the river’s
sweet song, for unless we
can hear the world’s sacred
rhapsody, what’s the use
of wishing on a
thousand dying stars
~kat
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Monthly Archives: May 2018
Monday Magnets
Morning Noise – 42 Day 21
dawn stirs all a-chitter…why, it’s literally a-twitter
to trills of titmice, chickadees, and sparrows
in sync with the tap-tap of red-bellied peckers
crows on the wing, cawing, brown buzzards glide, looming
‘neath darkening skies, as storm clouds swell, glooming,
a yellow-capped orange-beak, “I hereby demand…” tweeting
~kat
It was lovely while it lasted. The sweet sounds of morning, soft light, fragrant mist wafting from the damp, dewy ground. And then I made the mistake of tuning in to the news. I couldn’t resist poking fun at the crazy cacophony that was this Monday morning. 😉 For Jane Dougherty’s Daily Poetry Challenge, 42.
42 Day 20
what were you thinking
greatness is not
something to be made
on second thought
don’t tell me your thoughts
your actions speak louder
~kat
Sunday’s Week in Reverse – 20 May 2018
Sunday…another week spent. It was a bit of a roller coaster for me. It happens. All that to say, I was a bit distracted and on occasion, out of sorts. This is not a usually how I am, but I suppose like a boiling tea kettle life became a bit overwhelming.
A change in routine, even an uncomfortable shift, can be a good thing. It gives one a new perspective. So many of the things that seem important at the time can end up looking silly in retrospect. And then there are those little things that make all the difference. Like I said, a rollercoaster, distracted.
As a result, there are fewer poems this week, fewer lines in this ReVerse, but it’s perfect. The icing on my lopsided cake.
When all is said and done, I really want to be the best me I can be. Silly, isn’t it? This, from someone who has lived more than a few decades. I’m still reaching for goodness you know, still trying to figure it out. None of us are guaranteed tomorrow, but if and when tomorrow comes, there is this…a clean slate to scribble on. And with this reverse, a week summed up; tomorrow is another day.
Scribble away my fiends! There are moments to savor and memories to make. Roller coasters, good, bad, distracted…it’s life. It’s a gift. It’s all good.
Sunday’s Week in Reverse – 20 May 2018
remember me when the wind
whispers you away
…….that’s enough
have you heard
we were brilliant, dazzling souls
so bright
muted dawn and this
i could lose myself
so to feel the sun’s kisses
breathe…
cold sweat
it would be winter soon
you must love the rain…
shedding the burden of flesh
~kat
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.
Lost Souls – 42 Day 19
more young souls, lost
shedding the burden of flesh
barely worn from living
victims of insanity
and obstinate hoarders
of self-serving entitlement
~kat 😢
For Jane Dougherty’s Daily Poem 42 Day 19. Today midst the joy of royal weddings and happy blogger gatherings, let us also remember that there are families mourning, their story dusted aside as yesterday’s news. And the insanity of my country rages on. 😊
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