said the beautiful rose,
her sweet blossoms frosted,
withering softly on the vine…
though cold winds may
rustle wildly through your
souls leaving your spirits
no rest or peace…always
know that we bloom
over and then some
for only this thing,
to live and breathe a life
of purest deep love
kat ~ 21 November 2016
(Magnetic Poetry Nature Kit)
It’s been an odd week. Happy Sunday to you by the way. It’s the day when I look back at the week that was and lift a line from each blog entry to create a Shi Sai (ReVerse) poem. I never know how they are going to turn out, but they have an interesting way of working. There was definitely a theme running through each post this week.
It’s been an odd week. I finally reached a level of acceptance post-election. I worked my way, over the past week, through various stages of grief, even allowing myself to get angry, which is not a usual thing for me. And I was beginning consider that maybe I should “hope for the best” as my friends who voted for the winner encouraged me to do, but…
It’s been an odd week. Each day the news revealed a lineup of shocking developments as DT added cronies to his team. As much as I want to remain optimistic, it’s getting harder. Sorry friends who voted for him, I would never say “I told you so,” but…
It’s been a strange week. My tendency is to retreat, stay to myself, stick to my routine, not make waves. But none of us has that luxury in times like these. So I started wearing a safety pin everyday. It’s meant to let others know that they are safe with me. And it reminds me too, that I need to be vigilant for justice and equality for all people. As much as I’d like to lock myself away, I can’t, because…
It’s been a strange week. I have to believe we’ve got this! Together we’ve got this.
Peace, hope, love and justice.
Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 20 November 2016
remember, i am here
I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk
It is expected to save billions
I dare say we are past the fussing stage
but who else but a woman,
a flock of quacking quackers
those who like familiar things
on a whisp’ring breeze
staying behind their walls with their own kind, where it was safe,
holds truth for our times
clouds grow softly…
~kat
beautiful quiet comes
after the rain as
clouds grow softly
into blue and light falls
like tendrils blanketing
me in deep peace
kat – 19 November 2016
her name is Luna
some say she has a man-face
others, cows and spoons
but who else but a woman
can shift the tides with a glance
kat ~ 15 November 2016
(Tanka- 5/7/5/7/7)
I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk
Arranging travel for executives
Typing their profiting plans bits by byte
With a few quick breaks to brew myself tea
I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk
Answering phone calls with veiled pleasantry
When asked for favors, I serve with a smile
Hoping to mask my deep fear from their gaze
I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk
Lost in the hum of my blessed routine
Locked in a prison of my own making
Where I feel safe from their gloating eyes mocking
I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk
Outed by friends who boast my deep secret
Hoping to prove they are not like the rest
Those who’d deny my rights as a human
I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk
Collateral damage, votes cast in fear
closet doors open whispering my name
Still I resist their safe promise and yet
I hide in a cubicle, dawn to dusk
If I had money I might build walls too
Oh, in my own way I’ve done this, it’s true
But I don’t feel safe from danger that looms
I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk
Doing my job and paying my taxes
Wondering where they will be on the day
I cease to be safe despite what they say
I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk
Wondering who I should fear and who, trust
Minding my business, yet knowing I must
Open my heart to be healed by love
I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk
It’s not the ideal arrangement I know
I’m gonna try harder to open my heart
And let you back in, it’s small, it’s a start.
I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk.
kat – 14 November 2016
like mercury colliding... 