a long past due ReVerse poem

a long past due ReVerse poem

glowing red at dusk
this IS…NOT NORMAL!
they say truth is dead
in the grave, clock ticking 
be present
in the breach between good and evil
the hot truth screaming
touches my heart and soul deeply
my friends don’t say much
they are roaming the neighborhoods now
living their best lives
in high-octane liquid form
so many words
horrible truth bleeding out…
a pulse detected
the other crows watched
silence is not an option 
sometimes a glimmer is a cold dark night
reclaiming the inheritance of the meek
it’s why they come here
this life is not a battle to be won
just past full
breathing sweet fresh air, and birdsong
late afternoon sun
most reasonable, relatively sane people would agree
seeking refuge from oppression 
whispering softly 
it’s never too late to do the right thing
it is a rare thing
they light the night sky

~kat

As you can see it’s been a while since I posted a ReVerse. I believe it is serendipity that steered me here. In bits and parts the lines above would not have had the same impact in the story that this long version tells. My country is not okay. And I refuse to look the other way and be silent when anyone…when any living precious soul is suffering at the hands of our current lawless, vindictive, soulless, hateful government. I can’t travel, or get out to protest like I used to when I was younger. But I can write. Years from now when I am gone, it is my hope that my voice finds its place in the chronicles of this dark time. Not only my take of what is happening, but the glimmers that sustained me and filled me with hope.

much love, peace, and glimmers to you,

~kat

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Speaking of…here are a few glimmers from the past month or so!

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 here as a review of the past several weeks.