The Serbian word “Merak” is defined as a feeling of bliss and the sense of oneness with the universe that comes from the simplest of pleasures. It is the pursuit of small, daily pleasures that all add up to a great sense of happiness and fulfillment.
i dream of flying unencumbered, free
yet suffer from a phobia of heights
with my feet, deeply rooted like a tree
~kat
Week 2, stanza two of July’s Daily Poem Challenge, the Terza Rima by Jane Dougherty.
The Serbian word “Merak” is defined as a feeling of bliss and the sense of oneness with the universe that comes from the simplest of pleasures. It is the pursuit of small, daily pleasures that all add up to a great sense of happiness and fulfillment.
to fly above the earth, a bird’s eye view…
tell me robin red what wonders you see
when on the wing, riding the wind, please do
~kat
Daily Terza Rima Series – Finding Merak
If you followed me this past week, today’s ReVerse might surprise you. There was an onslaught of madness on the world stage as featured in my daily Terza Rima poetry series, “Headlines”. Oh, you’ll see glimpses of the insanity captured in this week’s compilation, but in the middle of it all, glimmers of light.
Call me crazy, but I still believe that the truth will set us free, that the light will quash the darkness, that love will win over hate, and that there is joy to be found in the midst of sadness. It is life in all its beautiful, messy glory. And the best part is that I get to share it with you, here through my words in blog-land, and with my family and friends in this corner of the world that I call home. This good is not lost to me even when the world erupts in lunacy…even when I pen my angst and frustration…there is a realization that I am not alone. And there is an astonishing freedom in finding affinity with others who see the world in a similar light. Freedom from those who don’t. As Bernard M. Baruch so perfectly said…”Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind.”
I’m moving past headlines for my daily Terza Rima series. “Finding Merak” is what I’ll be focusing on. It’s no use speculating what conversations will be had during the love fest behind closed doors this Monday by “PutRump”. We’ll never know the truth. But one thing I do know, the truth will come to light eventually. It always does.
I noticed that both last week’s and this week’s ReVerse end in symphonies. I must be hearing music…I’m crazy that way. Have a great week.
valued in unequal measure, mothers weep
long dead at their own hand, the burned stand ground
i choose love
the wild path where roses bloom
“they” were among us
jesters entertaining kleptocracy
there exist paragons
referencing days past as old
crazed cicadas wail
while allies deal with Vlad’s dim protege
just for sport, midst chaos, a diversion,
would you like me to set you free?
I just have to ask, do you believe in miracles
as talking heads explode in fake news rooms
in trumpian frenzy…kangaroo court
but ‘all of this is fake’ they’ll say, so sad…
like a symphony of crushed light
~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.
how lovely it is at break
of day before the sun licks
bitter hot, when cool winds whisper
from the shadows and misty gardens
become a sea of diamonds
like a symphony of crushed light
~kat
indicted Russian spies; this takes the cake
as Donny plans a tête-à-tête with Vlad
alone, behind closed doors, a yuge mistake
but ‘all of this is fake’ they’ll say, so sad…
the trumpsters can’t admit that they’ve been had
~kat
Final installment of this week’s Terza Rima featuring “Headlines”. It reads a bit like a nightmare all told, as you can see by the finished version in total below. What we recently learned (today’s headline) is that the Russian government did indeed hack democratic email and electoral servers, and very likely has also had a hand in other democratic processes around the globe including the Brexit outcome. All part of a grand plan to disrupt democracy and drive a wedge between allies who have long fought side by side against tyranny with trump complicit in the scheme. A one-on-one “summit” is still going forward on Monday, trump says; no witnesses, no notetakers. We will never know the truth about what happens there, but it’s a good guess that Putin will be tightening the strings on his favorite puppet, congratulating him for a job well done at NATO and in the U.K. this past week, while also strongly suggesting that trump and his minions put an end, once and for all, to the investigation in the U.S. Like I said, it’s a nightmare. I wish it really was a nightmare, in fact, one that we could wake up from, realizing that none of this is true. ☹️
lost niños, trapped in cages, unsafe, keep
minors in a cave, worlds away, found
valued in unequal measure, mothers weep
angry throngs at eateries, pols surround
aghast, the marked elite demand civility
long dead at their own hand, the burned stand ground
jesters entertaining kleptocracy
while the kangaroo court is in session
oligarchs cash in on democracy
just for sport, midst chaos, a diversion,
pour la France, la victoire a un goût sucré
goaled advance toward world domination
while allies deal with Vlad’s dim protege
a baby blimp, above the palace, looms
vain, indecorous trumping underway
hosting cold tea, the Queen, with a buffoon
who’s sure to tweet about their great rapport
as talking heads explode in fake news rooms
Slytherin beasts roast a lawman for sport
to assert pillow texts, conspiracies make
in trumpian frenzy…kangaroo court
indicted Russian spies; this takes the cake
as Donny plans a tête-à-tête with Vlad
alone, behind closed doors, a yuge mistake
but ‘all of this is fake’ they’ll say, so sad…
the trumpsters can’t admit that they’ve been had
~kat
like mercury colliding... 