This week has been a bit exhausting. Emotionally. So I only have a few lines of reverse today. I wrote a few other pieces that never saw this blog, full of angst and snark. But nobody needs that. Not this week. Not ever. Black lives matter. And please don’t tell me all lives matter, because I don’t believe you. As long as we live in a society that judges people by the color of their skin, it’s clear we need to be specific. Black lives matter.
Keep safe. There’s still a pandemic out there. Be courteous. Wear a mask. And please be kind to one another. Peace and love all.
Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 7 June 2020
on the wind
I am a glimpse, a breath
I can’t begin to understand
they gathered in peace
there can be no peace
healing from trauma / a population asleep
A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) is a summary 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.