Sevenling: not yet
“not yet…now is not the right time…”
she said, “when I’m ready,
then I’ll think about it,”
but ready never happened
life happened, life kept happening
the dreams of her youth faded
she barely noticed when glimmers of what might have been passed by
~kat
And on that note…here are a few glimmers…
Everything is in bloom! Decided to zoom in for a look. Nature is magnificent!
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you! ~kat
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And, of course, a poem. A Sevenling to be precise. I took the latest WP cue to look back at previous posts and happened upon the Sevenling. I believe I spent an entire month on this form. Not sure why I stopped. I kind of love this form.
As a refresher:
The elements of the Sevenling are:
1. a heptastich, a poem in 7 lines made up of 2 tercets followed by a single line. metered at the discretion of the poet.
2. unrhymed.
3. composed with 3 complimentary images in the first tercet and 3 parallel images in the second tercet. The end line is a juxtaposed summary of the 2 parallels, a sort of “punchline”.
4. the poem should be titled “Sevenling: (first few words of poem).
I had to chuckle at myself a bit. I took step number 4 literally back then. But I do t think the parentheses are needed in the title. Going forward I will be dropping these! 😄
Anyhow, here’s my take. I might stay here a while…as I mentioned, I am very fond of this form!
Sevenling: I have survived
I have survived
generational insanity,
abusive spouses, broken relationships
I have survived
wars, pandemics, civil unrest,
the age of Aquarius
survival is not to the fittest, but to the optimists, stubbornly hopeful
~kat
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat
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I seem to be tripping over the oddest glimmers these days. This morning I happened upon this guy staring up at me from the mulch bed under in the hedges. I call him Mr Grumpy Face. He definitely looks like he’s been through it from the looks of that dent on his head. A far cry from my typical harvest of heart-shaped rocks. But he was on a mission I think.
Seeing him in all his grumpiness, made me smile. And then reminded me that I have not been my smiley self these days. Carrying the weight of the world will do that to you. At that moment it was like looking into a mirror. It reminded me that I have not taken time to unload and recharge as much as I should.
You might be thinking, you got all that from an odd little rock? I did indeed, you know, and I find that odd random things have plenty to say if we’re paying attention. I’m so glad I was looking down when I was…so glad this sage caught my eye. In my book that is the essence of a proper glimmer. Thank you Mr. Grumpy face!
~kat
Much love, peace, and odd glimmers to you! And don’t forget to smile. 😊
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encounter with a stone-faced sage
mister grumpy face
mirroring my crinkled brow
causing me to smile
I do remember smiling
before the world got heavy
~kat
(a tanka: 5-7-5-7-7)
Today, I am starting with a glimmer. My sago palm is sprouting fronds. Every glimmer of new life is a thrilling gift.
Sharing today’s glimmer with you first because recent days have been a bit dark. I am learning that being a caregiver means learning to support your charge in whatever way they need. I can’t possibly hope to understand how excruciating CRPS is, but textbooks say it is the worst pain on the pain scale. They call it the suicide disease for this reason. My wife’s pain is being ill managed by the medical community where we live. I know that she has thought about ending the suffering. She has told me as much. Being a caregiver means supporting your her in whatever she needs, in the choices she makes, even if she decides she can’t do it anymore. So…I have been coming to terms with this. And wrote about it. Sometimes being strong for someone means being utterly weak and helpless and wrapping yourselves in grace together come what may. That’s where I find myself. Thank goodness for glimmers…and life’s surprises in the form of palm fronds.
Much love, peace, glimmers, and much grace to you.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
here in the valley
in the shadow of the reaper
it is futile to negotiate
suggest that he be on his way
he never leaves, waits at the gate
eventually he wins the game
when life becomes too much to bear
helps load the gun, helps spill the pills
how, doesn’t matter once you’re there
to witness this impending doom
a soul in peril, shutting down
when love becomes a bitter toll
you want to leave but stick around
to help, as if there is a chance
to stay the reaper one more day
suffering changes us so deep
that empathy can’t grasp its sway
I watch her as she presses on, sleeps through the days to numb the pain
and wonder how she stays so strong
the fight seems cruel, inhumane
there comes a point to let it go
to welcome death with no regrets
when living sucks the life from us
to acquiesce…I understand, and yet
my heart breaks silently each day
to know the deed has crossed her mind
I’d never blame her if she left
but part of me just wants more time
~kat
like mercury colliding... 