ReVerse Poem – Sunday, May 21, 2023

Whew!!! This week’s ReVerse poem is a whopper. I’ll blame it on the Landay, and the gut-wrenching, emotional, evocative tone of this short, sharp, to the point form. I’m not sure this stream of lines makes sense this week, except…it is very much like life itself. The highs, the lows, the joys, the sorrows, the incredible amount of grace it takes to get up every morning and do this thing called living again and again. The grace it takes to find gratefulness in being granted one more go at it. Peaceful journey to you. Remember to breathe and don’t be afraid to feel the feels! It makes life, all of it, worth living! 

ReVerse Poem ~ Sunday, May 21, 2023

when I smile, it’s me being kind, not flirtation.
In my youth, god was a mean, old man...
The blood of children is on your hands
birthing is a beautiful, exhilarating mess.
There are women I don’t understand,
How are we so different from them, 
My love knows me well, every cell 
Do not kiss me only with your mouth
it’s the pleasure you take harming innocent lives.
a weapon of hate wielded by carpetbaggers
I’m afraid if I tell you the truth
We are not free, to feel what we feel
even in her distress, she weeps grace-filled fragrant tears.

~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.