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Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 14 January 2018


Sometimes when I finish pulling lines from the previous week’s posts I am drawn into the resulting ‘reVerse’, begging me to wrap myself in it…a moment of pure grace. I read the collage of snippets over and over savoring each word. I so needed this respite from the ugly discourse of recent days…oh, how I needed it!

I remember a time when we were taught manners, and admonished for not minding them. I remember when it was customary to say things like ‘please’ and ‘thank you’, ‘pardon’ or ‘excuse me’…when it was polite to offer someone a place ahead of you in line, when we dressed up for special occasions, when we valued education, our elders, and always told the truth…even if it hurt or was uncomfortable because lying was one of the most horrible things anyone could do. I remember when being a person of faith meant that you lived by a higher standard, loving mercy, doing justice, walking in compassion, serving the least.

Perhaps I’m just delusional and these memories aren’t real at all. Maybe these things are figments of my imagination…a utopia that existed in my closed, privileged, safe little world. I wish I had been more aware. I wonder why I was not. How did I miss it? Why am I surprised by the ugliness rumbling just beneath the surface and blaring at us now in broad daylight? It’s been this way for a while now.

It feels like one step forward, two steps back. It feels like when you’re trying to inconspicuously itch a scab but end up ripping it off and blood is everywhere and you try not to notice it and then act surprised after following the horrified gaze of onlookers to your bloody forearm. We’re told to leave scabs alone. To let them heal…but sometimes they itch! And sometimes it takes a long time for them to heal.

We’ve been scratching the surface of our deep wounds for several years now. But this time we knocked the scab off and we’re bleeding. It’s messy. If any good thing can be gleaned from this mess, it is that we finally see reality. More and more of us are waking up and stepping up to be counted. “Me too.” There is a new reality rumbling just under the surface. It might even be that utopian daydream I imagined. Or at least it could be. As for me, that’s what I’m hoping for and determined to make happen. Forgive me for not noticing before…but I think you are pretty spectacular and I think we can all do better and be better. If you’re not feeling it, just ask me. I’ll tell you. Better yet, let me show you.

Peace, love and light my loves…go gently.

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 14 January 2018

in the cellar…forgotten
crimson velvet frippery
those who are rooted deep
denying a dream
call it kismet; call it fate
but it was too late
always the day following a full moon
angels not devils
eternity of almost
deep is the water
it is time to dream
go gently my loves

~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.


Silver-Tongued – Friday’s Word of the Day

Today’s Word of the Day is silver-tongued. Oh dictionary.com you make this too easy! To be silver-tongued means to speak persuasively; eloquently: a silver-tongued orator.

It’s origin according to dictionary.com:

Silver-tongued may be named for the pleasing resonance of a silver bell. Even more pleasing and eloquent, therefore, would be chrysostom or chrysostomos “golden-mouthed,” from Greek chrysόstomos, from chrysόs “gold” and stόma “mouth.” As an epithet, chrysostom is reserved for the ancient Greek philosopher and historian Dio (or Dion) Chrysostom (c40–c115 a.d.), but in particular for the Greek patriarch and Church Father John Chrysostom (c347–407). On the first page of Ulysses, the unreliable, malevolent narrator refers to Buck Mulligan, who has gold fillings in his teeth and a very bawdy wit, as chrysostomos. Silver-tongued entered English in the late 16th century.

The art of eloquent speech is in short supply these days. We communicate in so many ways that are anything but silver-tongued. We have short attention spans that beg to be titillated by tweets, 60 second sound bites, text speak, ads that must grab our attention in the first three seconds, slang and abbreviated grunts!

But thankfully, beautiful words are not completely gone. In fact, when we hear a silver-tongued speech we rush to listen, inspired. ‘President Oprah’ had a very nice ring to it this week, even if only for a few days.

Notice, I did not refer to our current prez. He is what might be described as a silver-tongued devil (someone who, through flattery and slick speech, seeks to deceive others for their own gain.) Thanks to “45” we had a sad reality check this week. He reminded us why a majority of us didn’t vote for him, while reinforcing for the umpteenth time that he really is a racist, misogynistic, nationalist who is in the White House for his own self-aggrandizement. And all this while dragging us through the cesspool of his depraved mind adding another nasty word to our list of ‘not presidential’ diatribes, derogatory remarks and name-calling! Ugh! We are so fucked. (I considered toning that last word down but I am afraid another nicer word just won’t cut it…nope, fucked is the only way to say it…😳) Did I mention I didn’t vote for this guy? I didn’t vote for this guy.

But I digress, and I am sorry for that. Digressing is the last thing any of us should be doing. We need to hold fast to our love of beautiful words. We need to think them and write them and speak them. We need to speak to each other, face to face with the kindness and dignity due every human being.

I believe in the power of words. I believe in their beautiful ability to transform, uplift and affirm. And I’m rooting for the silver-tongued angels among us to win this war of words.

So I’ll close with a Lune, which is a short Haiku with the form 5/3/5. Sometimes brevity is the way to go!

let us strive to be
silver-tongued
angels not devils

~kat


Twittering Tale #66 – 9 January 2018 – The Interview

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About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story in 280 characters or less. When you write your tale, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale.

A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at charactercountonline.com.

I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing a new prompt. And if for some reason I missed your entry in the Roundup, as I have occasionally done, please let me know. I want to be sure to include your tale.

Finally, have fun!

And REMEMBER…you have 280 characters (spaces and punctuation included), to tell your tale…and a week to do it. I can’t wait to see what you create this week.


Twittering Tale #65 – The Roundup

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Image from Pixabay.com

Starting us off…
“What have we got?” Lt. Jones asked the trooper.
“Witness says this puddle here swallowed a truck.”
“Hmmm, well there are no tracks on the other side,” Jones stated as he stepped into the puddle and disappeared.
“Oh no! Jones!” The trooper called dispatch. “We’re gonna need backup.”
(280 Characters)

From D. Avery at ShiftnShake:
He backed away from the puddle. He hadn’t heard from his friends at the cabin since before the snow. He had an idea where they might be.

From Reena at ReInventions:
The message accompanying a snapshot of the road …
“I believe in the Devil now. The Fire of Hell burns beneath this road, and melts the snow. The size of the puddle increases gradually. I am terrified.”
My reply:
“Is it snowing in Sulfur Springs?”
(243 characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
“Did you hear what happened to Alan on New Year’s Eve?” asked Jen.
“No, what?” inquired Mary.
“He got so drunk at Carol’s party that he drove his truck into a sinkhole that formed in the middle of the road.”
“Oh my God!” Mary gasped. “Is he okay?”
“He is, but his truck, not so much.”
(280 characters)

From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger:
Our quiet walk along the snowy forest road was suddenly interrupted by a mysterious bubbling sound coming from ahead. Imagine our surprise when an amphibious vehicle popped out of the ground and drove on past us, filled with revelers oblivious to their remarkable arrival.
272 characters

From Di at Pensitivity101:
‘You don’t understand!’
The witness was getting quite agitated.
‘Nothing went IN, you fools. Something came out!’
111 characters.

Twittering Tale #66 – 9 January 2018 – The Interview

 

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Photo by Eddie Garcia on Unsplash

An Interview with Mother Teresa

“How did you do it? How did you survive amidst so much suffering?”
She smiled, eyes twinkling, “Peace begins with a smile you know.”
In that moment peace washed over me.
She added, “I have found the paradox that if I love until it hurts, then there is no hurt, but only more love.”
(278 Characters)

~kat

 


Turncoat – Friday’s Word of the Day

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Today’s timely word of the day from Dictionary.com is Turncoat. A turncoat is “a person who changes to the opposite party or faction, reverses principles, etc.; renegade.” I do believe we have witnessed a recent surge of turncoats. It’s been entertaining to say the least.

According to Dictionary.com: There are several possibilities for the origin of turncoat. One is that two English barons in
the early 13th century changed fealty to King John (c1167-1216), literally changing their coats of arms from one lord to another. Another is that during the siege of Corfe Castle (1645) during the English Civil Wars (1642-51), Oliver Cromwell’s soldiers turned their coats inside out to match the colors of the Royalist army. A similar expression “to wear the King’s coat”, dating from the mid-19th century, means “serve in the King’s army”. The now obsolete idiom “to be in someone else’s coat” dating from the mid-16th century, meant the modern “to be in someone else’s shoes”. Turncoat entered English in the 16th century. 

Wikipedia provided a nice list of turncoat events. It is interesting to note that being a turncoat is not necessarily seen as a bad thing, which distinguishes a turncoat from being a traitor. The following lists a few circumstances that would be considered the actions of a “turncoat”:

  • In groups, often driven by one or more leaders, such as a mass shift by a population taking place during a military occupation, revolution, social upheaval, etc .
  • When the goal that formerly motivated and benefited the person becomes (or is perceived as having become) either no longer feasible or too costly even if success is achieved.

And as mentioned, here are a few notable events that fit that description:

  • The English Civil War during the 17th century. The siege of Corfe Castle was won by Oliver Cromwell’s soldiers when they turned their coats inside out to match the colours of the Royal army.
  • During the revolution of the British American colonies when U.S. Continental Army Major General Benedict Arnold defected to the side of the British in May 1779.
  • Canada during the War of 1812. Some Canadians felt republican democracy was a better system of government than the British Monarchy and fought on the side of the invading Americans. Conversely the United Empire Loyalists left what was to be the United States and moved North to remain under British rule.
  • Germany and Austria after World War II when many former enthusiastic members of the Nazi Party embraced the newly created nations of West Germany or East Germany and sought to erase or at least minimize their former role as Nazis. During the decades that followed many former Nazis regained prestige and held high posts in the new republics. Kurt Waldheim, an Austrian Nazi, even held the highest post at the UN for a while.
  • France after the downfall of the Vichy Regime, when many collaborationists, whether home-grown fascists or Nazi sympathizers, played down their role in the former government and its institutions.
  • Iran after the overthrow of the last Shah Mohammed Reza Pahlavi’s regime. At that time many persons who had formerly led a life based on secular and liberal values and who had fervently supported the Iranian monarchy suddenly embraced the stern religious values imposed by Ayatollah Khomeini’s regime with unbridled fervor.
  • Russia and the former Communist Eastern European countries after the fall of the USSR, where many former communists suddenly became fervent supporters of capitalism. As a result, many former apparatchiks abandoned the Communist Party in favor of positions in the new government structures.
  • In Spain after the Spanish Civil War(1936–1939), and again during the Spanish transition to democracy (1975 onwards).

It is also interesting to note that in the aftermath of the actions of a turncoat, there may be an attempt to rewrite history, burying the past by concealing evidence, or by whitewashing the deeds of the renegade’s activity.  Alternative facts, fake news, deep/dark states, loyalty pledges, gas lighting? My oh my, but this is a timely little word!  I chose to write an “Alphabet Haiku” for you. (Meaning each word starts with the same letter). Have a great weekend!

tick tock turncoats talk
trumping terrible tweets through
titillating truths

~kat


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 31 December 2017

It is just hours away from the turning of the wheel where I live. A new year waits in the wings promising blessings; birthdays, anniversaries, holidays, things to see, places to go, conversations to be had, dreams to realize, music, laughter, love, beauty…and poetry…let’s not forget poetry, and hugs, the more the better. 😊

Yeah, I know, 2017 was a challenging year. It brought out the worst in some of us, but… it also revealed the very best in us too. We spoke truth to lies, stood up for what is right, listened to and gave voice to the abused, offered safe havens for the refugees and the outcast, we cared, we voted. There is a certain momentum launching us into 2018. Can you feel it? I can! We have a clean slate upon which to write the next chapter of the story of us.

With 2017’s hours numbered, you’ll see no resolutions from me. But I will be taking advantage of this opportunity to close the door on 2017.

Let’s do this! Be audacious. Be blessed. Dream big. Live, love, laugh. Be you. Happy 2018!

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 31 December 2017

let us linger here
eight minutes was an eternity
alms mean nothing
through perspicacity’s eyes
“I” is an Illusion
circles, wheels, whirligigs,
their hearts aflutter
silence in darkness swelling
it is hopelessness
accustomed to glitz
an innocent trust
magic in ordinary
stone deep sweetness
crushed by life
when only a hug will do

~kat

A shi sai or 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 shi sai features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.