Most reasonable people would agree that fulfilling an ill-advised campaign promise is not a national emergency. Most people. But that is where we find ourselves on this perfectly timed overcast day. In a state of emergency. Meanwhile our president celebrates his self-proclaimed victory at his southern shore resort, surrounded by a cadre of adoring synchophants and wealthy wannabes. No doubt, they are feasting on beautiful chocolate cake and swilling flutes of cheap champagne. Because, well, because that’s what a great world leader does in the throws of a national emergency. Feeling safe yet? If you do, you’re not paying attention.

“I could do the wall over a longer period of time. I didn’t need to do this, but I’d rather do it much faster.” (Actual quote. You can’t make this stuff up.)

Let’s consider the word emergency. Webster defines it as an unforeseen combination of circumstances or the resulting state that calls for immediate action or an urgent need for assistance or relief. Cambridge says it is a dangerous or serious situation, such as an accident, that happens suddenly or unexpectedly and needs immediate action.

“I’d rather do it faster,” doesn’t pass muster. But in donnie’s small mind, losing does. Losing trumps everything and must be avoided at any expense.

There was another mass shooting while trump boasted his win. Five people died, with even more wounded. Barely any mention of this was reported by the talking heads. The president’s fabricated emergency and the fate of criminals a heartbeat from the president took precedence.

We’re losing our minds. We’re losing our hearts. Worst of all, we’re losing our soul. I’m not sure we can claim that any of our troubles are a true emergency anymore…the slaughter of innocents by gun wielding lunatics, caging vulnerable children at our southern border, climate change (sea levels rising, storms increasing in intensity, wildfires, floods, earthquakes), ballooning debt, the rise of hate, misogyny, and prejudice, the opioid/drug crisis, crumbling infrastructure, shattered relationships with international allies, the assault on natural resources for corporate gain, trickle down misery, shall I go on? Do I really need to go on? I could, you know. Our troubles are endless. In fact, the doomsday clock hovers at 2 minutes to oblivion. But they are ongoing. Certainly there is urgency in resolving them. But can any of us say we are surprised? Every day we ignore any one of these issues, the closer we are to accepting them as normal.

It’s hard to see the light at the end of this tunnel. But we will get past this. We will. Or we won’t. And we will have only ourselves to blame. We could change this downward spiral. Or we could eat cake, our eyes glued to strobing flat screens, and give ourselves over to the inevitable. It’s exhausting to care. Emergencies are exaggerated until they lose their power to alarm us. Who am I to care when rewriting definitions, and history, for that matter, is the most expedient means of winning for a man who believes winning is all that matters.

His days are numbered, by indictment or by the reaper. I need to remember this when I start feeling overwhelmed by his faux emergencies. And I need to stop taking every declaration and tweet of a madman so seriously. But I also know that the minute I stop being appalled, I might as well find a dark corner and eat cake.

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 17 September 2019

tender shoots break ground in afterglow
in my dreams, never waking
troubles fill the wind
good for neither, needs a redesign
at first it was kinda fun
since, well, ever since before
trembling, for hints that we are worthy
elites will live the lives we have dreamt
bitter dark or sweet,
leave the past behind, i should,
when it comes together…magical

~kat

A ReVerse poem 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. I use it as a review of the previous week.

I really like this week’s ReVerse poem. Sometimes they just flow. Like today. In a weird way I get it, or rather, the words lifted from the previous week’s posts get me. It may not make a lick of sense to you. But for me, it is a window.

All this brings me to my thoughts today. I often feel that I am not writing enough. I beat myself up over the micro-poetry I manage to eke out. Granted, I am restrained by time. After spending 9-10 hours at work 5 days a week, there is precious little daylight left to be creative. I’m not necessarily a night person, but creativity must strike me during the late and wee hours, out of necessity, or not at all. I wonder if I could be even more creative if I had more time and wasn’t exhausted from a long day’s work when I sit down to create. Wishing doesn’t make it so, though. Survival requires toil. On the contrary, it is perhaps urgency and exhaustion that drives me, and limited time that forces me to be succinct in my offerings.

One day I may have the luxury of penning epic lines of verse, stanza after stanza, but for now I must accept that short poems are good enough. Better than enough in fact. It’s the perfect window into my life right now. Survival interspersed with snippets of beauty, miracles discovered, moments of awe. I must remember to go easy on myself. Long or short, rhyme or free, it’s all just words. And words are everything. It starts with one word. What follows is poetry, because life is poetry. Happy are we when we capture even a glimpse!

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 10 February 2019

dreaming of freedom, rafters,
scalded brew of beans and leaves
waiting for the night
death of desire, hounded
What’s in a word?
if you’re not in front, on time, you lose
blared out of control,
and clueless fools will proclaim,
constructing a wall
it’s an illusion
just a kiss of sun

~kat

A ReVerse poem 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. I use it as a review of the previous week.

On this eve of the new moon in Aquarius you may find yourself drawn to consider your dreams in a new light. What’s more this new moon is joined by the close proximity of Neptune (creativity and dreams) and Saturn (reality). I’m not an astrological expert, but I do think it is high time we all take another good hard look at our deepest dreams. Especially now that most of us have likely gotten over our shallow new year’s resolutions. Admit it. You may have already cheated a few times on your diet goals or excused your way out of those daily trips to the gym. Don’t beat yourself up about it. The prime element often missing from these yearly aspirations is passion and heart. Only a long-held dream has these components. Think about it. Dreams are unavoidable. They linger year after year. You can’t shake them. But life, duty, survival causes us to pack them away. They become what ifs instead of why nots.

According to the stargazing community this is your moment to unpack those dismissed dreams of yours, dust them off, and consider ways you can begin to realize them. If your dream is to become a best selling author, maybe it’s time for you to finish writing that book. Baby steps. Make a plan. Devote time to your goal. You may not become world famous, or make the top ten bestseller’s list. But your words have the potential to touch another person’s heart and souls. Even one connection can change the world. So just do it. You know you want to.

Tomorrow is the Aquarius New Moon. Whether or not you believe in this sort of thing, there is no time like this present moment to open yourself to every possibility this life has to offer; to take a second look at those dreams of yours and consider realizing them. Pull out all the stops. Time’s a wastin’.

Sunday’s Week in Reverse – 3 February 2019

when I was young and gullible
here, sheltered from the frigid wind
…she’d say with a wink
just do it, because you’re worth it
save yourselves a tempest’s coming
let us see past our differences,
inspiration from the muse
emulating her mother
boughs are greening
with a thousand stars
how softly she embraces
all hope in the dream
this one is a keeper

~kat

A ReVerse poem 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. I use it as a review of the previous week.