Grandma Hugs
I’ve settled softly into my skin
it’s been a while since I was thin
and when I smile I wear a double chin
but I’m just right for grandma hugs!
~kat
Inspired by the Ovi, a lyrical folk song form with one or more stanzas with the rhyme scheme AAAb; CCCd: EEEf, etc, with 8 or fewer syllables per line. ( I bent the rules a bit on that last point, but I followed the rules for rhyme!) Themes for the Ovi include love, social irony or heroic events.
Today’s ReVerse poem is an interesting mix. It speaks to me of the spark of spirituality the resides at my core. That spark has seen many iterations in the 67 years I’ve spent seeking, not seeking, devoted, zealous, indifferent, terrified, enraptured, feeling small, so very small.
She called me home a few years ago, to a tiny house in the woods surrounded by mountains, woodland creatures, seasons, life, death, all of it, life cycling around me in a green blur.
I didn’t like it at first, letting go of decades of dust collecting trinkets and treasures that I thought I needed, that I thought defined me, that I thought gave me meaning. Turns out it was all rubbish. Turns out, all I needed was to come home to the Mother who birthed me and has sustained me all these years…who loved me enough to let me fly knowing I’d return one day. Full circle to my Mother the Earth. I see you…I feel you…I am…you. 💚
ReVerse Poem - 30 July 2023
history can’t repeat itself
taking care what matters
i am part of it all
i’ll hold you at the brink
sunset after the storm
in harmony with the
whispers to fledgling ears
~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.
when fledglings fledge
what mysterious voice
whispers to fledgling ears,
“it’s time my darling dears…
it’s time to fly”
somehow they seem to know
that they’re equipped with wings
and how to use those things
to ride the air
in just a few short weeks
from egg to youth they grow
ready, set, off they go
nest, left empty
~kat
Abhanga
Abhanga are written in any number of 4-line stanzas with 6-6-6-4 syllables each. L2 and L3 rhyme. The end rhyme scheme is abbc. Don’t forget to title your poem.
wild cloud blooms are
a wonder to behold
deep and dark
light and bright
in harmony with the
breeze…the soul of rain
~kat
summer storm
sunset after the storm
casts a warm, amber glow
a magnificent show
the sky at dusk
~kat
Abhanga
Abhanga are written in any number of 4-line stanzas with 6-6-6-4 syllables each. L2 and L3 rhyme. The end rhyme scheme is abbc. Don’t forget to title your poem.
like mercury colliding... 