Happy St. Patrick’s Day to you! This is the day when everyone is Irish, and rivers run green in Chicago, the place of my birth. My Irish roots run deep. From my paternal grandmother Florence O’Malley to the ancient Gaels in my mothers family tree…Sásta Lá Fhéile Pádraig!
I am the sum of many parts. My own DNA surges through my daughters’ veins and through them to their children. As I reflect on today’s reVerse I have to smile. Yes indeed, I am a messy tangled web. Aren’t we all! 😊
Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 17 March 2019
…time waits for no one
cynics in love
she’s not finished,
rubs against my leg
smoke mingled with the steam bellowing…
behind locked doors and walls
once hidden, now revealed
math applied in pictures, chaos
we are each someone’s
a messy tangled web
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.