This was a week filled with the usual chaos we have become accustomed to. That is perhaps, the greatest tragedy of all; the fact that we are not surprised. But I am comforted by the fact that everything is temporary. Everything. Do-overs are nature’s gift to us. Life to death to life, messy and unruly, perfection in the imperfect. Perfection.
This week’s ReVerse brushes the cusp of perfection. It was a week of beautiful words amidst the chaos, in spite of it. Sometimes I am surprised by life. I’ve learned to savor those moments. To pause and take it all in. To sigh. To allow it to take my breath away, surrendering to each tiny death, life trembling in the wings.
Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 31 March 2019
can we know
she is like a penny, face up, begging
in the din is truth they’re trying to hide
shed a tear
let’s just do what we came here for
with prideful, power hungry idolators
unwitting onlookers, deadly, as a spider spinning its web
the gloaming fades into night
some blood is like water spilt, evaporating
for one glorious day in the sun
you tell me i’m perfect
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.