Monthly Archives: November 2018

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 18 November 2018

This morning my thoughts are with those who have lost their homes and with the families whose loved ones are still missing in California. Such a tragedy. It will take years for many to recover. Life is fragile…and resilient.

Tragedy, heartache, loss are inevitable in this life. But that’s why we have each other. I normally pour my thoughts out on Sundays. Not today. The reverse poem below is pretty perfect. I’ll leave you with that…and this thought. Kindness matters.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 18 November 2018

change comes by going there,
there is a voice, quiet
What’s the world coming to?
rainy days and bad hair
it’s between the lines, the truest words dwell
it’s time to wake up
roses still smell sweet
we remember, snapshots
its sweetness
only bits of dreams
listen to your heart
there’s more to life…
on the wings of kindness

~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.


November Naani #17

a caravan of refugees
treks a thousand miles
on the wings of kindness,
a new life waiting

~kat

When I’m not working, or writing, or taking care of my menagerie of rescue pups and kitties, I sometimes get the honor of becoming part of a caravan of kindness, transporting abandoned animals from shelters to their loving forever homes.

This weekend we have Sweetie and her seven puppies on deck. Our leg of the trip is the halfway mark of a nearly 1300 mile journey over 3 days for these beautiful souls. I am reminded that how we treat the outcasts, the refugees, the least among us, says a lot about our hearts. At least for today, kindness, in the hearts of several dozen people is alive and well. Doing my part to add a little kindness to this troubled world of ours. Peace and puppy breath! ❤️


Saturday with the Muse

she’s a wild one, they say
a free spirit living by her
intuition, following a sacred
path, a wanderer, she knows
there is more to life than
being normal like the rest

there is no magic,
no secret to finding
one’s bliss
listen to your heart
it will show the way

I have opened my
eyes to a thousand
mornings remembering
only bits of dreams
I think they must
belong to the night
and my heart…it knows

I never mentioned
the bits of eggshells
on my tongue…what
mattered most was
the love you baked
into the cake and
its sweetness

~kat

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November Naani #16

it’s so strange, the things
we remember, snapshots
of moments past…
lumpy cream of wheat

~kat


November Naani #15

unbroken

I remember believing

I might die when you left

yet here I am, breathing…

roses still smell sweet

~kat