Monthly Archives: May 2020

red

i’m seeing red
a brilliant cardinal
in a juniper tree
perhaps a loved one from
beyond has come to visit me,
tidings of good fortune about
to come my way…what’s this!
more brilliant red, a ruby
capped woodpecker hops
from tree to tree grounding
me; what say you my rowdy
friend? be kind but cautious,
head in the heavens, feet
firmly planted, adapt to
the changing tide, go with
the gentle flow, yes!
i am seeing red

~kat


While sitting outside I was visited by two magnificent birds. The cardinal and the woodpecker. I decided to see what these two symbolized in legend and lore. This is what I found:

The Cardinal

The number 12 is considered a lucky number by many Native Americans. The number 12 also is associated with the cardinal. … Native American lore holds that if you have encountered a cardinal, expect good luck to follow, possibly in 12 hours, 12 days, or at noon or midnight.

Symbolic signs appear in many forms, but the red cardinal has long been embraced as the most notable spiritual messenger who has been sent by our loved ones in Heaven to watch over us. To this day, red cardinals are one of the most common spiritual signs that people receive from Heaven. The word cardinal comes from the Latin word cardo which means hinge. The cardinal is serving as the hinge on the doorway between Earth and Spirit, delivering messages back and forth.

The Woodpecker

The woodpecker meaning encourages you to strike a balance between being kind and being cautious. It symbolizes the need to understand different rhythms, patterns, and cycles, and to do your best to adapt to them and flourish. It represents warnings and prophecies, and the need to be connected with the earth.

Woodpecker symbolism is letting you know that it is time to pay attention because an opportunity is has come knocking along with it. In other words, the Woodpecker meaning is signaling you that significant changes are happening in your life. Therefore, it is up to you to seize the moment. Whether it is the renewal of an old project, the finishing of a new project, or a serendipitous meeting with someone in your life, get busy! Furthermore, whatever way you perceive it, this spirit animal insists that you must understand that the door is wide open for you right now and that success is yours for the asking.


gray

gray

everything is gray
the sky, heavy and wet, gray
the days blend together,
monday, thursday, saturday,
no weekends or beginnings
it doesn’t matter, the lines
are graying, like my hair, more
salt than pepper these days
is it stress or age catching
up with me, it doesn’t matter,
everything is gray…
makes me feel blue

~kat


wind

i am like the wind, tracing
every curve of you, tossing
your hair, whispering
in your ear, swirling amidst
the embers to warm your skin
but it is those moments
when you breathe me in
holding me near your heart
that take my breath away

~kat


For Mother’s Day

I remember every first moment
your first breath, first teeth, first steps,
you consumed me for decades
first words, I understood what you meant
even when others heard gibberish
first days of school, every event
ballgames, plays, dances, graduations
first loves, every dream you dreamt
I was there for every fail and success
you consumed me for decades
even now your presence fills this empty nest

~kat


Magic 11 poem – my variation on the Magic 9 poem, a 9-line poem that doesn’t have any rules as far as meter or subject matter–just a rhyme scheme: abacadaba. Enter the Magic 11 abracadabra poem with the r’s intact, placeholders for a refrain. Rhyme scheme: abRacadabRa. (R for the refrain).


Another Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 10 May 2020

It is week…oh I don’t know. Pick a number, 1 to 100, it doesn’t matter, any number will do, because the weeks run together now. No Monday morning angst when a day is like the one before, or the next. No hump day celebrations, anticipations of TGIF, no weekends, no Sunday day of rest. There is only sunrise and sunset, sunrise…sunset…sunrise…sunset.

If ever there was a time to learn to breathe, it is now. If ever a time to cherish the moment, to fall into the abyss of mindfulness, it is this. Sunlight streaming, a cool breeze tossing emerald treetops, the sparkle of dawn’s first light.

They call it the new normal, but I don’t want to be normal anymore. I’ve had a taste of the life I once left behind working overtime week after week after week, forgetting that I had a life once, or could have if only I had made room for it.

They are a gift, these blurry days that never seem to end but for the relentless cadence of day into night into day into night and again. I breathed just now, slow, deep, inhaling, exhaling. Truth. I am learning, with nowhere to be, that here is all I need and now is all that matters.

Have a lovely now my friends…look! There goes a butterfly.


Another Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 10 May 2020

when we reflect on how it was
dawn emerging through the trees
it took a tragedy for our broken hearts to mend
i can’t help myself, it’s an obsession, yes, i know
but I’m not sure they’re who they claim
there’s no sleeping in, no lingering
day after day, and instinct

~kat


A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) 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.