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Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 18 March 2018

There is something to be said for the wisdom that comes with experience. The past week presented a whole host of challenges…my partner’s unemployment, the daily saga, firings and resignations, from the bowels of our tenuous government, stressful workplace drama, a late winter snowstorm that shut the city down. I’m not looking for sympathy. This is life. And I am fully aware that my week might be viewed as a piece of cake compared to the challenges of others who may be facing real tragedy and loss.

I say all this to acknowledge that when I was younger even the slightest shift in my universe would throw me into a tizzy. Now, with decades of survival under my belt, even the most challenging calamity is met with a “meh”.

There is comfort in that. Comfort that I’ve earned over the course of a lifetime. Winter is but a temporary season…spring is coming; there will be a new job, just in time, and likely better than the last; my country has a fickle affair with politicians and the bad eggs are eventually tossed into the compost heap of history, and my stressful job? It pays the bills, but it’s not my life. I am reminded everyday that the world ticks on and that deadlines mean nothing in the grand scheme of things as I gaze out my window at ancient mountains and wind tossed trees.

With age and a sure and steady track record of survival thus far I have reached a certain mellowness…like fine wine or cheese, life in all its variety, meant to be savored slowly.

Have a lovely week in spite of it all. ❤️

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 18 March 2018

what I crave is more sleep
snow storm, don’t lose your head
cool stillness
whispering soft on fragrant swells
But, can I be honest?
winter stings budding trees
melted snow, muddy swamp
perseverance in winter’s wake
frigid gusts bend branches
though chances are slim
blue serene, sweet greenness
say a prayer for me
a blissful sight, dreaming
beautiful bird song
the one true thing
poetry is a window


A ReVerse poem 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.

Bunglesome -Friday’s Word of the Day

Friday’s word of the day at is identified as an Americanism dating back to 1885-90. Bunglesome is characterized as or marked by bungling, clumsy, awkward, or incompetent. What really intrigued me about this word is the idea that it is considered an “Americanism”.

In case you are wondering, an Americanism is a word or phrase (or, less commonly, a feature of grammar, spelling, or pronunciation) that (supposedly) originated in the United States and/or is used primarily by Americans. Some accounts state that the term was first coined by the Reverend John Witherspoon, founding father and signer of the Declaration of Independence and president of what would become Princeton University.

Here’s are a few notable phrases and words: wigwam, pretzel, spook, depot and canyon, that borrowed from the Indians, Germans, Dutch, French and Spanish.”

Here is a list of Americanisms and their British English counterpart:

American English/British English
bill/bank note
attorney/barrister, solicitor

Read the entire list HERE.

So bunglesome is apparently an Americanism. In fact I also learned that you can add the suffix -some to a whole host of words. It makes the root word an adjective that implies more of the root word it is attaching to.

Well, I had best get to the Haiku. I’m already late, but bunglesome is too good a word to miss!

for bunglesome pols
appointed to a play a role
loyalty is key


Saturday with the Muse

poetry is a window
to my heart;
words like
breath to me

the one true thing
you can know is
that a lifetime
is but a moment
in time sweetened
by love

beautiful bird song
sweetens the dusk
the quiet murmur of
leaves rustling
wind chimes softly


Magnetic Poetry Online

Essence #17

cat striped, sunlight streaming
a blissful sight, dreaming


Day 17’s Essence for Jane Dougherty’s Challenge. A bit late to the party but it took the late afternoon sun to capture the magic. Meet my fluffy grey, Sebastian. ❤️

Bug Vespers

interrupted, the
vespers of this pious bug
‘say a prayer for me’


For Haiku Horizons Challenge Prompt: Bug.

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