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Sunday’s Week in Reverse – 20 May 2018

Sunday…another week spent. It was a bit of a roller coaster for me. It happens. All that to say, I was a bit distracted and on occasion, out of sorts. This is not a usually how I am, but I suppose like a boiling tea kettle life became a bit overwhelming.

A change in routine, even an uncomfortable shift, can be a good thing. It gives one a new perspective. So many of the things that seem important at the time can end up looking silly in retrospect. And then there are those little things that make all the difference. Like I said, a rollercoaster, distracted.

As a result, there are fewer poems this week, fewer lines in this ReVerse, but it’s perfect. The icing on my lopsided cake.

When all is said and done, I really want to be the best me I can be. Silly, isn’t it? This, from someone who has lived more than a few decades. I’m still reaching for goodness you know, still trying to figure it out. None of us are guaranteed tomorrow, but if and when tomorrow comes, there is this…a clean slate to scribble on. And with this reverse, a week summed up; tomorrow is another day.

Scribble away my fiends! There are moments to savor and memories to make. Roller coasters, good, bad, distracted…it’s life. It’s a gift. It’s all good.

Sunday’s Week in Reverse – 20 May 2018

remember me when the wind
whispers you away
…….that’s enough
have you heard
we were brilliant, dazzling souls
so bright
muted dawn and this
i could lose myself
so to feel the sun’s kisses
breathe…
cold sweat
it would be winter soon
you must love the rain…
shedding the burden of flesh

~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.


Cordillera – Friday’s Word of the Day


Today’s word of the day at dictionary.com is cordillera; a chain of mountains, usually the
principal mountain system or mountain axis of a large landmass; a series of parallel ranges of mountains. The word originated around 1704, from the Spanish word for “mountain chain,”  from cordilla, in Old Spanish, “string, rope,” diminutive of cuerda,from Latin chorda “cord, rope” (seecord).

When I researched cordilleras, I discovered a new information source, Quora. Here is a nice summary that explains what a cordillera is and perhaps what it is not.

1. Cordillera includes a general highland formed in different periods and by different processes, for example, the cordillera of the western United States and British Columbia.

2. Mountain system refers to mountains formed in a single period and includes many mountain ranges and groups of single mountains, for example, Appalachian.

3. Mountain range refers to mountains formed in the same age and with the same process arranged in narrow and long belt, for example, Himalayan mountain range.

4. Mountain groups are highlands composed of different mountains but with a proper arrangement, for example, Juan mountain group.

5. Mountain ridges are mountains formed due to local folding and faulting and rise abruptly from the adjoining region, for example, Blue Ridge Mountains, USA.

Source-The Earth Dynamic Surface by K. Siddhartha

I live in the shadow of what is defined as a “mountain ridge”. The Blue Ridge Mountains, and specifically the Roanoke Valley is part of the Appalachian “mountain system” that extends from Newfoundland and Nova Scotia in Canada to Central Alabama, which also includes the Catskills in New York, the Allegheny Highlands in Pennsylvania and The Great Smoky Mountains in Eastern Tennessee and western North Carolina. Basically it spans the Eastern portion of North America.

To find a true cordillera in North America you need to trek west to the Pacific coast to the west of The Great Basin. The Pacific Cordillera, also called Western Cordillera, the Western Cordillera of North America extends from Alaska to Central Mexico and includes three main belts: the Pacific Coast Ranges in the west, the Nevadan belt in the middle (including the Sierra Nevada), and the Laramide belt in the east (including the Rocky Mountains) extending to heights of over 20,000 feet at its highest point. This is quite a contrast to the 6,682 ft height of Mount Marshall in North Carolina in the Appalachian Mountain system.

Of course there is much more to know about Cordillera in other parts of the world, including the Andes Mountains, also known as the Cordillera de los Andes that extends over a distance of some 5,500 miles (8,900 kilometres) from the southern tip of South America to the continent’s northernmost coast on the Caribbean. They separate a narrow western coastal area from the rest of the continent and contain the highest peaks in the Western Hemisphere. The highest of them is Mount Aconcagua (22,831 feet). Other notable cordillera include: Alborz Cordillera, Northwest-Northeast Iran (also written as Elburz); Annamese Cordillera (Annamite Range), Laos and eastern Vietnam; Baetic Cordillera, Spain; East Australian Cordillera, more commonly known as the Great Dividing Range; and Zagros Cordillera, Middle East, Southeast of Turkey, Northeast of Iraq, and Northwest to Southeast Iran. From Wikipedia.

All this talk about mountains and cordillera, is making my heart race and my knees weak given my aversion to heights. But I do love the view, my feet safely planted in the valley I call home.

So, There you have it, a high level view that barely skims the apex, giving you a ‘peek’ at all things cordillera.

Here’s a Haiku to wrap this up.

cordillera cusp
grazing heaven’s canopy
air thin, vista sweet

~kat


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 6 May 2018

At first I wasn’t sure about this week’s ReVerse. I collected the lines last night and had a quick read through. “What a jumbled mess,” I thought, putting it and myself to bed for the night.

But this morning after sleeping on it? Well, this morning this jumbled mess is actually growing on me because of what it makes me feel.

Did you ever see the film, “What Dreams May Come”? That’s the best way I can explain it. This week’s reVerse feels like bright, bleeding watercolors wrapping around me, swallowing me.

“Um, okay,” I imagine you thinking. “Get the girl some coffee.”

It’s okay if you don’t feel it too. It’s just words. A reflection of a week that was. A jumbled mess of random lines that were never meant to be a separate poem. There will be more poems next week, more words to jumble through. Life is like that, I’m thinking. Sometimes it’s a blur. And other times you manage to stop long enough feel it. This morning is one of those other times.

Have a great jumbled mess of a week! ❤️

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 6 May 2018

perched above happily,
they cannot be moved
we creatures of habit need sunlight to thrive
today is bittersweet…
there’s a calming hush
‘twas the talk of the town
a finder’s keep
I wonder what you’re thinking
poor worm dangling, sacrificed
I could be wrong
crisis to crisis, teetering on red
harmless to humans
my sleeve bleeds thoughts, words
sith it is the fourth
how many ways
remembering when
little things
like a rose losing
forget, that they snap
the light underbellies of tree leaves

~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.


Sith – Friday’s Word of the Day

May the Fourth be with You! Friday’s Word of the Day at Dictionary.com is sith, and if you’re a nerd it means something entirely different to you that its archaic (dictionary’s word, not mine) definition. It’s an adverb that means “since”. Dictionary says sith (obsolete), originated before 950; Middle English; Old English siththa, dialectal variant of siththan, orig., sīth thām after that, subsequently to that, equivalent to sīth subsequently (akin to Gothic seithus, Old Norse sīth- late, German seit since) + thām, dative of demonstrative pronoun, i.e., “to that”; compare Old Norse sīthan sith.

But the word in today’s vocabulary has gained popularity as a reference to dark forces from the Star Wars sagas. Wikipedia gives a good background for the modern word sith, implying that the word originated in 1976, which lends additional credence to the “obsolete” nature of the original word that is said to have fallen from usage in the 16th Century.

For those of you who are not Star Wars enthusiasts, here is a snippet from Wikipedia: The Sith originated in a species of Force-sensitive warriors who discovered the efficacy of passion as a tool to draw on the Force approximately 6,000 years prior to the events of the first Star Wars film. Fully embracing this approach, they became defined and corrupted by it.

The Sith are major antagonists in the space opera franchise Star Wars. They are depicted as an ancient monastic and kraterocratic organization of supernaturally gifted warriors driven by an agenda of galactic domination and revenge against their predecessors, the Jedi.


Darth Sidious

There are several theories regarding how George Lucas came to call this evil side of the force, the Sith. Some believe it is a combination of names Darth and Sidious, for the Emperor Palpatine/Darth Sidious. Scheming, powerful, and evil to the core, Darth Sidious restored the Sith and destroyed the Jedi Order. Others believe it was chosen for its snakelike sound, Siithththth. But it is clear that no reference was ever made to the original word sith.

On that note, back to our word of the day and its former use. Here are a few examples:

They said it was a great matter, sith I had risked mine own life.” Emily Sarah Holt, Clare Avery

“Sith Alwyn vails of himself, it is thine, by might and by right.” Edward Bulwer-Lytton, The Last Of The Barons, Complete

“Why, I reckon it cannot be over nine days sith thine were writ.” Emily Sarah Holt, Joyce Morrell’s Harvest

“Here’s twentye groates of white moneye, Sith thou will have it of mee.” Various Authors, A Book of Ballads, Volume 3

So there you have it. Sith, an obsolete, resurrected word that is now the stuff of legends. “A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away….” A sith once meant since, and is now the name for dark forces that resulted from a passion for power run amuck!

I’m afraid today’s Haiku is a jumble. But here it is!

sith it is the fourth
a day we honor the force
not for Sith…Jedi

~kat


Black on Black – NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 29

it’s slimming, you know, blackish on black
but too many layers, just make me look fat
oh I could be goth if I wasn’t so blond but
I’ve got the pale down pat, so there’s that

still I like things bright and cheery, alive
it helps keep me sane and it helps me survive
without light I’m doomed, a misery glut
we creatures of habit need sunlight to thrive

yes, I’ve had my fill of doldrums and gloom
of lunacy’s folly, of shuttered dark rooms
of drudge on a schedule, of digging a rut
of omens and ominous warnings of doom

I choose to avoid the downers in life
drama, angst, those unnecessary strifes
I’m partial to black ‘cause it hides my fat gut
but don’t let that fool you, my blessings are rife

~kat

For NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 29, Prompt: write a poem based on the Plath Poetry Project’s calendar. https://plathpoetryproject.com/write/calendar/ Simply pick a poem from the calendar, and then write a poem that responds or engages with your chosen Plath poem in some way.

So, I read a few Plath poems. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but her poetry is a little “out there”. I know, this, coming from me. SMH. I finally settled on “Crossing the Water” (see it below). It’s the only one that my simple brain could make any sense of. It’s about things black and bleak and foreboding, deep. I get that. Oh yes…I get black in that sense of the word. I have medication for that. It helps me see glimmers of light, just enough to pluck every day miracles from the chaos. But since today’s prompt is asking us to go there…I’m game, but only for this challenge. I prefer chasing butterflies. And now that I’m finished crafting today’s poem I change my mind. I lied…just couldn’t let myself go there. Sorry Sylvia, you’re on your own.

Crossing the Water
by Sylvia Plath

Black lake, black boat, two black, cut-paper people.
Where do the black trees go that drink here?
Their shadows must cover Canada.

A little light is filtering from the water flowers.
Their leaves do not wish us to hurry:
They are round and flat and full of dark advice.

Cold worlds shake from the oar.
The spirit of blackness is in us, it is in the fishes.
A snag is lifting a valedictory, pale hand;

Stars open among the lilies.
Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens?
This is the silence of astounded souls.