i can almost see the neighbors now their white-washed porch and blue metal roof, the brown-white marbled coats of their horses grazing along the perimeter, just beyond the thinning tree barrier between us trees still green with life, slowly fading, tip tops aglow in shades of amber and rust empty nests teetering like bristly blobs in the wind, nestled in nooks high above the bustle below at long last, autumn has settled in for a spell season of bonfires, apple cider, pumpkin spice, sweaters season of letting go, of gleaning what we’ve sown and offering what’s left back to the earth and sky I can see the neighbors now as the air grows chill as winter looms close and days grow dark as the veil grows thinner…thinner still it’s comforting you know, to remember that I am not…that we are never truly alone i see you…i see you
Well it’s been a week. Took time away from my day job to catch up on a few big projects at home. Here in the US we call it a staycation but don’t let that close kinship to the word vacation fool you. Staycations are anything but relaxing, recharging, getaways because, as the name implies, one “stays”. All this to say after an exhausting week, I only managed to pen three poems. I really like the shadorma though, and will give it another go next week when life settles into normal.
With only three days worth of inspiration to glean from, I decided to do a full harvest of verse taking each line in sequence from each day. A mashup reVerse poem if you will, rather than waiting for another week to assemble adequate content. Amazingly, it works.
We’d less to say, the silly chores did not wait, but I have a much cleaner garage to show for it, several appointments finally attended after having been canceled when life sidetracked our plans, and I got a few naps in…boy did I need those.
I’m looking forward to this coming week, getting back to my day job and the routine I’ve perfected over the course of this challenging year. I’m still exhausted but it feels oh so good to be able to find a hammer when I need one!
Happy September and impending Autumn to you! The cooler mornings are exhilarating! 😊
A “Mash-Up” ReVerse Poem - Sunday, 3 September 2023
a day off clouds hang low this I know with so much to do a blanket of mist when nothing seems true but I’m trapped dawn is east underneath on treetops dusk is west two hundred pounds of pure love cool rain droplets dust my face the sun rises, then it sets silly chores can wait this could be heaven the moon lights the night
~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.
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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