she is a goddess,
a symphony if beauty,
sweet like peaches in milk
and honey, dressed in fluffy
pink…she is light and love,
all woman-girls who recall
their dreams of spring.
kat ~ 28 November 2016
she is a goddess,
a symphony if beauty,
sweet like peaches in milk
and honey, dressed in fluffy
pink…she is light and love,
all woman-girls who recall
their dreams of spring.
kat ~ 28 November 2016

Happy Sunday…and Happy Holidays…’tis the season and all that jazz. This week we celebrated the first of many annual traditions and rituals as we gather for coma-inducing feasts, parades and dog shows, football, shopping sprees at the crack of dawn, twinkling lights, sappy holiday movie binges, and for the faithful, it is a time to celebrate spiritual blessings of the season.
It can be an intensely emotional time for many of us as we reconcile memories with the present day realities of our dysfunctional families, but it is also a time of hope and blessings and peace if we are open to it, a time to embrace what truly matters. This is at the top of my wish list for all of us. Love, hope, happiness and peace. Everything else is just stuff.
Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 27 November 2016
to live and breathe a life
of purest deep love
every writer knows…
hell if I know
if one dares to dream
from the belly of Gaia
she clings to mem’ries of spring
I liberated myself from this annual masochistic ritual
the internet is full
the latest, greatest new things
they will convince you~kat
The Shi Sai (formerly known as a ReVerse) is a new form I came up with during Poetry Month in April 2016. I’ve actually been writing shu sai for years but was inspired to give it a proper name. It is a poem created by taking one line of verse from several poems of an author’s own collection. The shi sai is done as a review of a series or collection of poems and therefore, each line should flow in chronological order of the dates the poems were written (from oldest to new). The lines chosen should be the author’s favorite from each poem. This form works best if the author resists the temptation to read the full new poem before all the verses have been added. (It helps one to resist the impulse to change a line to make it “fit”.
Each year, this particular tree clings tightly to a leaf that mystically takes on the shape of a bird. Of course having a vivid imagination helps, but before you dismiss me as completely looney, I’d like to point out that this year there are at least two leaf-birds. Can you see them?
I watch them as Winter comes, waiting for the inevitable … the day when the leaf can no longer hang on, only to be swept away on the wind for her first and final flight in complete surrender.
And each year I am reminded, in this season of letting go, to consider the things, people and thoughts that I may be clinging too tightly to, that no longer bring life and light into my life. Like my friend the tree, I am good at creating the illusion, even if only in my own mind, that I need these things in my life. But ultimately I know I must consider letting it all go. Just like the bird-shaped leaves on my tree, the fading, muted, useless “stuff” of my life is just a reflection of what could be if I make room for it by letting go.
Thanks for the reminder old friend, you and your shape-shifting bird-leaves! I’ll let go when you do. ❤️
though bitter winds howl
she clings to mem’ries of spring,
summer on the wing,
muted specters wintering,
shape-shifting leaves rememb’ring…
kat ~ 23 November 2016
(Tanka – 5/7/5/7/7)
a bubbling spring
from the belly of Gaia
may all who thirst, drink
kat ~ 23 November 2016
A Haiku for Haiku Horizon’s Haiku Challenge, prompt word: Drink.
if one dares to dream
success is sure to be found
outside of the box
kat ~ 22 November 2016
A Haiku for Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge, prompt words Dream & Dare.