day 75 ~ time again for a ReVerse

A ReVerse Poem ~ March 2025

Can you see it? Why can’t you see it?
We have a murder folks
Even the TURKEYS are restless
when everything slowly faded
with a sharpie in hand rename points on the map
the sun fills the sky with light
they leaned in to hear more
paying it forward to someone in need
filling our hearts with joie de vivre
at least they cannot cancel spring
since we stole an hour from dawn
you can’t eclipse her
Blood Moon on a Starry Night
we laughed then, but it’s not funny now
if it’s with not at

~kat

Happy ReVerse Poetry Day where I revisit the last few weeks of postings and weave together a new poem by lifting a favorite line from each day’s entry. 

Today’s ReVerse is a bit all over the place. Kind of like the affairs of the world…chaotic…frenetic…destructive leaving us all stunned in the wake. I have to admit I thought it would be bad, but the last few months has far exceeded my worst expectations. The latest stroke of trumps poison pen orders include a stop to all federal funding for the institute of museums and library services as well as an order to ram the final nails into the USAid coffin by demanding that all classified records be shredded, and if there are too many to shred…to burn them. We need to remember … we need to keep reminding ourselves and others of how we used to be before the those claiming to make things great began their rampage of destruction. We need to hold those stories close to our hearts and tell them to our children and grandchildren…the stories of our imperfect experiment in democracy, fraught with civil wars and challenges, and crimes against indigenous peoples and African peoples but who managed to have glimmers of greatness, of justice, compassion, inclusion, and kindness. 

Currently, we are a disaster, not to be trusted. This US administration is erasing all evidence of the truth. But there are legions of us who know the truth and who see the lies for what they are, perpetrated by insecure, selfish, criminal, vile, white men who want it all, even if they have to destroy us and everything good to get it. 

Once again world, I am so very sorry for the monster that our country’s ignorant fools have unleashed on you. I have never been so grateful to have moved to the hills several years ago so I don’t have to see them every day through my window. I like it here with the songbirds and my beloved murder of crows, and the squirrels and chipmunks, the turkeys and opossums and raccoons, the snapping turtles and snakes…and the fungi, flowers, blackberry bushes, and trees. There are glimmers to be found in this ash heap of a country yet…all around for those of us willing to see, and always to be treasured in our hearts! 

Peace, Love, and Glimmers to you!

~kat

I’ll leave you with a few of those glimmers…I hope they lighten your heart like they do mine! ✨💚✨