Happy Sunday! We finally have sunlight and blue skies and 30mph winds with 60mph gusts. I’ll take it! Two out of three is quite an improvement on the unending rain we’ve been having. But you didn’t stop by for a weather report. You can look out the window for that.
Wherever was my brain this week as revealed in the poetry and verse I wrote? Have a look at today’s reverse and you will get a glimpse. Perhaps I’ve been cooped up for long enough these short stormy days. I’ve been working longer hours than I should, and sleeping more from exhaustion, with only a few lines each day to show of what I love most. Words, writing, creating.
I am no longer content to jot a few lines and call it a day. So I’ve started to revisit the 2500 or so odd postings to glean the words that touch me on a second look. And I’m thinking finally, it might be time to consider collecting them for a book. Something tangible, to hold in my hands, with pages to finger through, perhaps dog-earing a page or two. It feels presumptuous to consider that anyone would want to buy a book penned by me. But that is the thing about dreams. We aren’t meant to fulfill them for others, they are ours to live and die for. Ours alone. Wish me luck. I’m prone to procrastination and distracted by random butterflies, but I think it’s time.
Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 24 February 2019
adrift in the air…
a new day awaits, spread your wings, fly
oh they can’t hear us
work if you’re inclined
root-bound in a small clay pot
old havoc to wreak
have a cup of tea
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.