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Na/GloPoWriMo 2022 in ReVerse

Na/GloPoWriMo 2022 in ReVerse

she quells the dark night
i need you to be present
nutty and sweet
bend the truth a bit
serving strangers for pennies
we were close once
who will feed the birds when i’m gone
a dismal reminder
deep as wells
my thoughts are many as the stars
while the plague mutates, raging
a peace i never knew, what a pity
to let go of
i was a strange one some would say
Forever – is composed of Nows –


It’s Sunday, and time to do a wrap up of this year’s Na/GloPoWriMo Challenge with a ReVerse poem! since I already covered the first half of April a few Sundays ago, this week’s ReVerse will close out the second half. Happy May to you! 🌷🌱🌻🌼🌸🌺💐🌹 

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.

lines borrowed from Emily D

lines borrowed from Emily D

A fundamental pause
As much of noon, as I could take –
Forever – is composed of Nows –
the sun through the freckled pane -
moments of escape -
Affirming it a Soul –


Na/GloPoWriMo 2022 - Day 30 Prompt: write a cento. This is a poem that is made up of lines taken from other poems.

For my final entry in this year’s poetry month challenge I gleaned some lines from a literary favorite of mine, Emily Dickerson. I can’t believe I made it through the whole month after such a long dry spell. Needless to say I am so very happy to be back!



early morn in the month of june
took i, my first deep breath of air
first born with blue eyes, golden hair
under a waning quarter moon
to all things magical attuned
i was a strange one some would say
a solitary to this day
who feels in color, sees in sound
deeply connected to the ground
beneath my feet, one with the clay


Na/GloPoWriMo 2022 - Day 29 Prompt: write a poem in which you muse on the gifts you received at birth — whether they are actual presents, like a teddy bear, or talents – like a good singing voice – or circumstances – like a kind older brother, as well as a “curse” you’ve lived with (your grandmother’s insistence on giving you a new and completely creepy porcelain doll for every birthday, a bad singing voice, etc.).

For today’s challenge, a Décima: Décima poems—also called la décima, décima espinela, or simply espinela—are poetic verses or song lyrics consisting of a single four-line stanza followed by four 10-line stanzas with eight syllables per line. The rhyme scheme of each 10-line stanzas follows the pattern ABBAACCDDC. The nature of a décima can be philosophical, religious, lyrical, political, satirical, critical, or humorous.

a tree

🍁a tree🍁

🍃there is
something special
about a tree that🌿
is grounding, but only if
we are willing to consider
that we are connected
🌱to each other, only
if we are willing
to let go of🍂
a big hug ~kat

Na/GloPoWriMo 2022 Day 28 Prompt: Write a Concrete Poem. In brief, a concrete poem is one in which the lines are shaped in a way that mimics the topic of the poem.

this place

this place

i will never grow weary of this view
as the sun sparkles through the trees at dawn

as the sun sparkles through the trees bird song,
a cacophony of trills, tweets, and coos

a cacophony of trills, mournful coos
rouse me from my bed to start a new day

rouse me from my head it’s a new day
how fortunate am here in this place

how fortunate am i how blessed with grace
to live amidst such beauty all around

to live amidst such beauty i have found
a peace i never knew in the city

a peace i never knew, what a pity
it’s taken me so long to find my way

it’s taken me too long but i must say
i will never grow weary of this view


Na/GloPoWriMo 2022 - Day 27 Prompt: write a “duplex.” A “duplex” is a variation on the sonnet, developed by the poet Jericho Brown. Like a typical sonnet, a duplex has fourteen lines. It’s organized into seven, two-line stanzas. The second line of the first stanza is echoed by (but not identical to) the first line of the second stanza, the second line of the second stanza is echoed by (but not identical to) the first line of the third stanza, and so on. The last line of the poem is the same as the first.  

Well, I gave this interesting take on the sonnet a go. It was not an easy task. Not sure I’ll be back for another try, but I am always happy to explore this particular subject. After 2-1/2 years in our forever home, I still love it here. We decided not to add window coverings, allowing the green hue from the surrounding trees and natural light to stream in. Of course this also means no sleeping in. The window at the foot of my bed faces due east where the sun rises over Bramlett Mountain just behind my house. Its light through the trees sparkles like diamonds!

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