the winds come and the trees hold ground for their roots run deep and wide from seedling to sapling to towering timber they have learned to bend when the tempests rage
the winds come and the house holds firm for it was built on a solid foundation from brick, to plank, to shingled roof its walls crafted to shelter kith and kin when the tempests rage
the winds come and i shall keep this space sacred for my ancestors, my children, myself from maiden to mother to crone i've grown in perseverance, grace, resilience when the tempests rage
it’s hard to ignore the elephants they’re showing up everywhere these days it’s hard to ignore the elephants proponents of fear, malevolence be cautious friends, what you do and say they’re watching you, in a creepy way it’s hard to ignore the elephants
it’s hard to ignore the elephants they live next door, you’re never alone it’s hard to ignore the elephants they know what you choose and where you spend they’re following you, they’re in your phone nowhere is safe, not even home it’s hard to ignore the elephants
it’s hard to ignore the elephants who judge and convict with full rancor it’s hard to ignore the elephants so beware if you are different, female, vulnerable, foreigner it’s coming soon, their vindictive purge it’s hard to ignore the elephants
~kat
Still processing…still coming to terms with what and who this country is. And trying to figure out as a gay, senior, female citizen, how to survive the coming years, with promised threats from the new leaders coming in who are against my very existence and ability to survive. I used to think being kind, living under the radar, minding my own business and not making waves would be enough to live a good life, to be safe. I am having a hard time believing that now. The winners in our recent election are emboldened and meaner than ever. And they’ve got an agenda that promises to make life a living hell for the marginalized, immigrants, refugees, lgbtq+ folk, women, non-radical evangelicals, progressives in general, law-abiding truth tellers, the elderly, the poor, and middle class. It feels like a nightmare and I’m trying to fight the urge to shut down and go into hiding. I’m tryin to find the courage to step out and join others in the fight, but I’ve got to admit, I’m tired folks. Why can’t we all just live and let live and mind our own damn business. The reality…this reality sucks. Which is why I’m putting this out here. Sharing my truth with whoever takes the time or is interested is reading it. And if you’re still here, peace to you. I’m a survivor…and I’ve got a little light still. We’ll get through this. It just sucks that we have to fight to do it.
time and once upon ago Euphrosyne’s amber tresses flowed on wisps of autumn’s frosted breath
dear Aglaia, the tall and slim in elegance, slow danced with wind cloud-kissed, her raiment golden flecked
and Thalia, sweet Thalia blushed bright her supple shallow roots held tight as fledglings flitted from their summer nests
yes time and once upon ago from seed to sprout these beauties showed resilience when the tempests raged they met each season shift with grace flowered, fruited, shed their seed the most magnificent of trees and lovely still, though worn with age if they could speak what might they say?
embrace each season of this life dwell on the good, let go the strife time steals away before you know so learn to bend when fierce winds blow let your roots spread deep and wide reach to heaven’s North Star guide then soft surrender to the loam leave not a trace, but grace, come home
in another lifetime I imagine we were friends lovers even how familiar your gaze felt in the back of my eyes something…you know? you know.
the fates have me engaged this incarnation with other concerns life, love, heartache, happiness…joy still hopelessly lost but for a serendipitous, ill-timed, breathtaking encounter on a street corner in the rain, in autumn a brief moment when our eyes met and held and I remembered… I remembered then you were gone
~kat
A bit of fantasy today. A mix of fiction and poetry. And a Disclaimer…no actual soulmates are implicated in this yarn. You know who you are and where and when and we’ll…you know. 😉🥰
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