
It is autumn. The trees are turning, letting go. I should let go too. After a lifetime of clinging to expectations, you would think I’d have learned a thing or two. About letting go. About not holding on for too long, way past the point of no return. It’s a hazard of course, of optimism, of wishful thinking.
A dozen of more leaves drift from the treetops, settling softly on the damp ground as I imagine myself turning, turning. No amount of angst will change what is. Time to let go. Time to ride the wind instead of leaning into it full-faced, stubborn, unmoved. I wish you peace and health and love.
Sunday’s ReVerse – 25 October 2020
aflame in red, amber, gold,
listen to the wind and chill
there is no calm, no eye
I keep forgetting to breathe
barely forming waves, the air
this life is not for the feigned of heart
but half of us are wide awake
wintering beneath the dust
~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…or in this case, the past few weeks.
October 25th, 2020 at 12:11 pm
This is such a beautiful combination of lines. Works so well.
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October 25th, 2020 at 3:43 pm
Thank you Sadje. It really did work well this time.
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October 25th, 2020 at 8:42 pm
You’re welcome. 👍
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October 25th, 2020 at 5:19 pm
May common sense prevail next week!
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October 25th, 2020 at 7:33 pm
Yes indeed!
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October 25th, 2020 at 10:14 pm
Right on schedule, ascension-wise, if it’s any comfort, my dear
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October 26th, 2020 at 4:39 pm
That made me smile. Thank you Ana. ❤️
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October 26th, 2020 at 6:44 pm
🙏🏼
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